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My eyes hurt from reading so much.....my mind hurts from eating so much
My ears hurt from Silence's touch.......I have to quit before my brain can't clutch
The ideas which transfer from page to mind, the intelligence which craves what's there is mine
The lyrics of my day are days behind, half the time the words are wasted rhymes,
Half my lines are wasted time, wasted because I couldn't produce what's fine.
Production slows as I recoup and climb, back to the top on the wordsmith's block,
Back on the peak I reclaim my seat, but it's all behind a screen with a virtual flock.