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No Genius

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When we were this little creature We used to picture life in future But we somehow let the young eyes down

As the body grows older We forget the passions And erase “when I become…”

Now we are… Eyes bathing in regrets Mouth’s heavy with tooth And wish today were yesterday

Never before have we been the oldest We are free to be our greatest self But we are still no genius

We can’t handle most feelings And we hardly know the body that we feed Let alone the soul whose existence can’t be unsolved

As we become nothing We wish our mind was a time machine Because our dream is now made of unreal nostalgic

We were brilliant storytellers in the past Now we lost rhythm, we lost pause We can’t find words to complete the mysterious “when I become…”

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