I have thousands of thoughts about war overseas
With millions of men all dying for naught
The honor to perish for one's own country
Offset by the horror of frivolous loss
I could describe my woes about mental health
Many minds shatter as neighbors watch
In a world where all are governed by wealth
Why should one man care what another man's lost?
Of the nature of art, if there is one at all
The governing forces of crafts quality.
I could talk about structure, what makes it enthrall
Or just what it means to a person like me
I have endless perspectives hiding inside my mind
And I'm so desperate to get them all out
To add my voice to the chorus of time
So that when I'm gone my voice can still shout
But ideas are cheap, execution is not
And I don't know what I'm doing.
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