Do you have a lot on your mind, to say?
Are many things, obstacles, getting in your way?
You need to surpass the many flaws of this vivid phase,
No matter how much pressure, work and how many days.
What you have to say, is more than I need,
But for your words, the creatures, they plead,
They yearn for your wisdom, for your sacred time,
Not another pointless, meaningless and foolish mime.
'I love you.' the words are carefully chosen,
It's the only cure, for their hearts, so frozen,
Slowly they all drop lower and lower, in the cleft,
Only you can make them accurate, healthy and deft.
Who am I kidding, acting as if you need my guidance,
I'm all-knowing, I'm made up, do you feel my stridence?
You and I, are the exact same thing, the same chance given,
But I said it too late, and therefore, I was split, riven.
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