Words Of a Feather

he unsung song is one of wonder

From the highest peaks to the world down below

I sit in the living room at last, all alone

Then I become someone else that is unseen

I dream of epiphanies yet to come

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The world of the mind can come to form in millions of ways

The number one rule is that whatever I say goes

My mind and opinion are law

I am free to be one entity without restriction

I could cuss up a storm

I could imagine a life of luxury

I can share the thoughts that no one would dare want to hear, and no one can stop me

Whether with a million people or none, this world is a contraption built for me

So how do I use it?

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The sky is the limit

I create a world of fantasy

Reliving made-up scenarios in a world of enchantment and drama

A world where I design every last detail and no one can prevent me from thinking about it

Millions of thoughts burst out

I jump from cloud to cloud thinking about each new idea

I can think about new ideas unheard of

Ideas that would revolutionize the world living to this day

Or silly ideas against my principle

Maybe one day, these daydreams can turn into stories I produce and publish

But most of these stories are only meant for one audience member:

Myself

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The mind is the limit

Anything I think can come to light

It can set itself free from the cages of society anywhere I go

And now, I can speak my mind to myself

I hear my thoughts

I hear all my hatred and anguish

I hear my excitement and hopes

I hear my inner world as I can finally be free for the first time

I hear the voice of a true soul yearning to finally have someone to talk to

No one can filter me as I express myself for the first time in forever

The curse has been lifted and I may now take a moment to scream as much as possible

A song unsung