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The IQ Test a Gob Member Failed
Nothing New
Another dollar fifty
Another ride on the bus
The seat left alone is still warm
The person next to me
Talks to me as if he knows me
But that’s ok
I don’t mind
I look out the window
While he talks on
I do the usual
Try to figure out
What these people do.
In their own solitude
Some seem so plain
Some seem so lonesome
Lost
Depressed
And true
It’s all inside of you.
Wandering and waiting
All your life
For something new to change you
But it all seems to turn in circles
Nothing’s new.
Finding and learning
All you need is something
To guide you
Nothing stimulates no inspiration.
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