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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