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Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news? Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
They do not see what I feel inside But they see the smile that I can not hide Day after day I please their needs But I am never questioned about what I need What did I do
I have to admit That sometimes I’m "not all there" I’m a great actor Playing the part And choosing what to share I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork. It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time. My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
Music is the Language That everybody knows. and though not many speak it, it is the thing that makes us go. Whether at the gym, at home, or even at work. its the thing that's makes up tick,
There was once a time for men like me, Now I am sitting on a lonely oak bench, outside a gothic cathedral,
The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage Bouncing around the room, Mixing with the cushioned chairs And the old-people smell. The brass blasts out a baleful melody