You were a millionaire
A fortune of plenty
Not of money
But of thoughts all the same
And like any other fortune
The less fortunate craved it
They wanted to take it
Your thoughts from you too
No one to protect you
No way to alarm
No break for affection
From the men who hold on
So then you must take it
Accept your whole fate
Who knew that ideas could not be full saved?
But even with theft
Can come glistens of gold
A brand new idea
Held close and kept cold
Then you release it!
A surprise from inside!
No one guessed that you'd come from behind!
And you've done it
They see
They can't keep you from free
Thought on the brink of another release
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