A, M, E, J

Silent Mind



My mind is filled with tales galore Myths, legends, tales galore But schooling is too expensive Time constraints also hinder Creating flame from my brain's tinder Without three letters on my name I can not achieve my fame Greatness I could quickly find If I could only free my mind Tired is my weary soul Doomed to never reach my goal All the thoughts within my head Shall remain with me until I'm dead The world as is shall never see The thoughts which hound me constantly Poems are short and I can write Three or four of them a night But a book takes too much I simply can not

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