I Hold a Thousand
I am a man with a thousand problems
and these problems are without solution
Yet as i struggle to remain solemn
I am unable to find resolution
and am instead filled with delusion
I strive to find truth
yet I am as blind as ever
For I am filled with youth
and think I just need to be clever
but that isn't true whatsoever
I find my problems to solve
and friends to fix those defects
Romance to evolve
and others to perfect
and fix the things i can't correct
You have a thousand problems
I have a thousand solutions
Others have made me solemn
And I give them their resolution
So we both clear our delusion.
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