Sitting at my Starbucks window,
Beloved book in hand,
The world of men scurries around me…
Men do not believe what I say
When I claim to read and write,
My form of dress, and manner
Displace the truth…
The heart of the knight holds its weight,
Yet words overcome it still…
The poet inside,
Bitter words,
Men do not believe what I say
When I claim to read and write,
My form of dress, and manner
Displace the truth…
The heart of the knight holds its weight,
Yet words overcome it still…
The poet inside,
Bitter words,
Hardened hearts,
Great sorrow,
Suffocating thoughts
Alter ego, fragile and warm
Sheltered and protected,
Noble and intelligent
Suppressed for his innocence
Shining only in vivid moments of lucidity
In the few moments of Chemical magnetism,
In the few hours of St. Valentines,
In the few moments of empathetic emotion…
Hardship has turned myself against me
Suffocating thoughts
Alter ego, fragile and warm
Sheltered and protected,
Noble and intelligent
Suppressed for his innocence
Shining only in vivid moments of lucidity
In the few moments of Chemical magnetism,
In the few hours of St. Valentines,
In the few moments of empathetic emotion…
Hardship has turned myself against me
Charachteristic song...
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