I don't want the world to believe me.
I don't need the world to go.
Other men will try to tell them.
Only what they already know.
You see my life has been so distorted.
Ideas may come, but they soon go.
Things I've learned will never feed me.
They never have much more to show.
The homes we built still offer no shelter.
No room to allow our minds to grow.
They say they can, but they can't help us.
The truth is too much to bestow.
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