Do not underestimate me for a fool yet
Intelligence still runs through my veins
Cold facts of reason struggle with words of nonsense
But then don't overestimate my intelligence
My mind is blurred by dreams we weave
Dreams that border between myth and reality
Somewhere between here and there
Somewhere between hot and cold
Somewhere between sane and insane
Somebody pinch me
Shake me awake from this day-mare
Place on me the cold stamp of definition
Vague confusion though comforting
and vaguely pleasing
is somewhat disturbing..
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