I live each day seeking,
For something that isn't done...
By anyone not introducing,
Another round of what they've found...
Already known to be redundant.
Creative minds are feared in atmospheres,
Where the people are fed and become addicted...
To that which keeps them within safe limits.
Progressive thoughts are considered dangerous,
If not approved by psychologists...
Who spend lifetimes studying minds trying to find,
The existence of common sense.
And how can this be validated,
If no certificate has been notorized for the having of it.
Creative minds are feared in atmospheres,
Where the people are fed and become addicted...
To that which keeps them within safe limits.
I live each day seeking,
For something that isn't done...
By anyone not introducing,
Another round of what they've found...
Already known to be redundant.
Progressive thoughts are considered dangerous,
If not approved by psychologists...
Who spend lifetimes studying minds trying to find,
The existence of common sense.
And how can this be validated,
If no certificate has been notorized for the having of it.
People are exposed to life on a daily basis.
And yet declare not to be aware,
Of that which is right in front of their noses to exist.
To then propose when eventually observed,
A discovery to then claim their rights to ownership.
That includes an overhaul of a manipulating done,
To edit its acceptance with proper and approved etiquette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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