My mind he seeks to illuminate,
Its thoughts he seeks to eliminate,
In this place where days fly by,
Moments he seeks to extricate.
Talking of things he's never really seen,
Of corners of the mind where he's never been,
Taking perspectives he knows nothing of;
Someone please scrub off his false shiny sheen.
No lessons we're learning, no joy are we earning,
No volume expansion, or fire of love burning.
The proverbial bucket with H's and U's
Arousing truth and the self - so he keeps droning.
Quell his ego, dear friends of mine,
Speaking of truth while his ignorance shines.
The mind's illusions surrounding his self,
(His so-called intelligence on a dusty shelf)
Where mind and self seldom entwine.
Sources of joy are very distracting,
The intellect, from its purpose, detracting.
He claims refinement, like the highest of men,
His thoughts and intellect never attracting.
Energy drives thought, making him weak,
So his mind is blank save an excitable streak.
Self-praising freak, babbling on and on...
For five MORE minutes, my future looks bleak.
:(
