Empty room of my loneliness
I'm not a genius
My tears are.
Tell me dear captain
Why knowledge is a scar
and
Ignorance is a bliss ?
Full room of my consciousness
I'm not a genius
My scream is.
Tell me dear captain
Why the sea wants a sufferer
and
Not a dead body ?
Full room of answers
I'm not a genius
My questions are.
Dear captain
Why a genius cries ?
I'm not a genius
I cry
Am I ?
Am I ?
Listen kiddo
Knowledge is not a scar
Is an immortality
Ignorance is not a bliss
Is an immorality
Listen you bastard
The sea wants an immortal sufferer
Dead body is just an immoral jest
You are a genius
Your tears
Through
Your scream
Asked the right questions.
When a genius cries
The wild sea
Through
The storm of tears
Sees
Dead bodies in the water
And
One sufferer
Standing alone.
Standing alone
Against the world
The sea
The captains
The ignorance
Standing alone
With his dreams
His tears
His scream
His questions
Standing alone
With his loneliness
His consciousness
His immortality
About the Creator
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