The Books R Crumblin'
Life-changing ideas are wasting away
The revolution of the mind is dying
And stillness,
It’s silent in here
Ignorance is upon us
Stupidity has become us
Great minds slowly deteriorating
Close your eyes and search you imagination
But distractions invade and violate our innocence
While our books collect dust…waiting to be re-opened and touched
Chaos and vomit of visual lies tearing our minds
But I choose to live here now
A declaration of freedom in stale isolation
Wondering through a quiet forest of knowledge and secrets.
A collision of truth and absolute brilliance
This is where I cultivate my genius
But it’s silent in here
And the revolution of the mind is dying
So jump off the bandwagon!
Turn down the noise!
And go tell the world…
Our Books Are Crumbling!
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