Ideas running through my mind,
All the books in the world cannot contain them,
I think i am running mad with ideas,
The more i scribble them,
The more they keep coming,
Words, words, and more words,
Is there no ending to this madness?
I see clearly than ever before,
Wiser than i have ever been,
Yet i am not wise enough to control my madness,
Too much wisdom might just be my undoing,
So much wisdom with so much responsibility,
And even for the wisest man,
There can be no exception to madness.
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