A beautiful mind left for dead, because what I said was not heard, and what YOU heard was not said. You said you heard me but you listened to the world instead. You left the four walls, to reach out to new pastures instead.
Your choice to leave this old place, placed you in a new vessel with inexperienced crew, to ship my thoughts you went with UPS instead. Can you go full steam ahead? I have been on the market the shelf life of a lifetime.
A hot commodity, in a cold world left for dead, but after being left out, I came alive days after my shelf life expired. Do you know who I am, where I’m from, or does this sound like myth, turn to your hymnal page number 101. Will you come to me when I make the call, or will you claim you knew not, and I will not know you at all?