The beautiful and the mad
They have long sharp nails
That scratch the lining of your grey matter
Screaming to be freed
Yet you are a cold pragmatist
And you hold them prisoners inside
For money is in the mundane transactions
And not aesthetics (unless commercial)
Those nails are patient enough
To tear a hole open
That you cannot run away
From your piece of dream.
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