Poem?

Wasting the time

Having a time

Chasing the ghosts

Playing with invisible toys

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Atomic and strong

Simple and crucial

Fertile and delicate

Illusive and straightforward

Words are women in their highest complexity

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Words are little toys

Still a toddler in my mind

Conversing with them always

Why do you have super-power?

Who did make you?

Why do you fly, disappear, and evolve?

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Words are children

They play around

Have fun in minds and mouths

Evolving quick and far as time passes

But die a child always

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To whom could I have a sincere conversation

A child, off course

From what other brains could I find pure wisdom

If not those inside juvenile skulls

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If I need advice, I’d rather speak to the clear minds

With their pure spirit, they see life in its complexity

And they speak their mind with no biases

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Happy to be a child

Toys in my mind

Other children in the playground

Swinging on my elastic nerves

Singing once in a while

Maturity is just façade

There’s no enjoying life without necessary rules breaking

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