Genius

My mind is cluttered with such trivial things

With blackbirds that crow and robins that sing

With heralds that cry and poets who speak

And mountains with yodelers belting from peaks

My mind is filled with the most splendid of rhymes

Of bluebells and clovers, rosemary and thyme

Of daisies in meadows and trees in the park

And starlight’s sweet gaze as it watches the dark

My mind is empty, and brilliant and vast

My mind will always be up to the task

But if it were you and me all alone

I think I’d trust your mind, instead of my own.

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