lost in voices

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I think what I asked
were musings of a curious mind
born were the questions and the answers
is what I meant to find.

You think what I asked
was musing of a disturbed mind
perception of things happening
and giving advice in every line.

They think what I asked
was highly offensive pieces one can find
trying to shake the foundation
however rotten beliefs that bind.

They think, you think, I think
what was is nowhere to be seen
new questions, new answers
and the fools, just being mean.

The curious mind has learned answers
of the questions, he never asked
lost in politics and schemes
forgot what the beginning was about.



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