Ideas in the head so great,
Quietened by the world,
Is that really the reason?
Or is it just uncertainty.
Every time she comes up with it,
The world doesn’t understand,
She can’t explain what she
pictures,
For she knows that they won’t perceive.
The ones who do,
She adores them –respects them.
She is no normal girl,
There is a lot of grey matter in
her mind,
It is deep hidden,
And can be seen by only those who
explore.
The histories and mysteries
All trapped inside.
There is a fire that sparks up,
And dies down,
The balance of the extremes,
All in her head.
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