Come little into the night,
Silent is something is weak and unneeded,
With soon,
Loudness is the only way to handle oneself.
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Little to none,
But that is soon,
Compare what is so soon,
But not at all!
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Silent means weakness,
But to that wellness grows in time,
Hyper fact yet not . . .
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Oh now,
Speakers,
What has comes in minds,
Would leave some wondering,
Who is sane and not.
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Unbalance,
But level all one wants to know,
But not at all!
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Human mind becomes so small,
Yet larger than one’s space world!
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Take notice of something,
Shelter life comes nothing,
But means tiny thoughts of another,
Be that so.
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To that,
Is where it ends . . .
Come on soon,
The mind may grow or shrink,
Relies on the owner!
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Who are you?
A thinker or a floater,
Come with an answer and be human.
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Or something more,
That’s all could ask for.
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Be a smart ass,
If you want,
But it takes to be smart and a ass,
Getting my drift,
Oh wise reader?