These Thoughts

All these thoughts,
Always thought highly
Always looked up to.
But no one stops,
No one cares to ponder,
What might it be like-
To live in constant information.
To know no rest
From the thoughts that are
Are a blinding force.
Yes I am smart
But no I do not wish it always so.

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