A hyper mind, a constant rut, a desire that never leaves.
A river of thoughts carving its way through the barren expanse of one's mind.
Goes on and on, bringing back opportunities that got left behind.
They say an idle mind is a devil's workshop, I say it is an invitation to hell.
Let your thoughts do the talking, a story they are bound to tell.
Look around you - there's a sea of machines. Machines that breathe, machines that talk, machines that achieve.
Sometimes appears a spark, a spark that lets you see. Where is this world headed and where should you be?
There is no stopping then as your thoughts take the lead. Leaving you with nothing but queries to self.
What were you doing while the others wrote? They wrote the stories you wanted to tell.
A river of thoughts carving its way through the barren expanse of one's mind.
Goes on and on, bringing back opportunities that got left behind.
They say an idle mind is a devil's workshop, I say it is an invitation to hell.
Let your thoughts do the talking, a story they are bound to tell.
Look around you - there's a sea of machines. Machines that breathe, machines that talk, machines that achieve.
Sometimes appears a spark, a spark that lets you see. Where is this world headed and where should you be?
There is no stopping then as your thoughts take the lead. Leaving you with nothing but queries to self.
What were you doing while the others wrote? They wrote the stories you wanted to tell.
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