Empty Earth
The Mind of YouA mind is a fragile thing, A mind is often wasted.The Mind of You
A mind is wonderfully confusing, A bitter thing not often well tasted.
I can see it in you, building now, You wonder more and more.
You doubt yourself, You doubt your thoughts. But you stay here, wanting to learn.
Why do you wait when so easy it is to hide? You're curious, intriguing, and definitely quite aloof. Yet, I myself am compelled by your strength. All this time since I had given that up.
I sought the truths and found nothing, I was broken, beaten and down. &nbs
The High TowerSitting in the highest tower, Kept hidden, away and safe.The High Tower
I placed myself here to look down, I see everyone running, all with their masks of good intent.
Here, in my tower, I watch them all. I am the protector, their better, I am the watchful eye.
A breeze once blew through, It touched my cheek, it called me awake; with every passing moment I missed it more and more.
A day went past since I build this place, a week perhaps, maybe more than a thousand years.
I see them all and they do not see me, their solemn, idle, protector.
Sleepless
Yep!
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The Statement Below Is True
The Statement Above Is False
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