All of these thoughts in superstition
Becoming visions of premonition
Sublime the same mundane unchanged
Revamped reworked then rearranged
All of these dreams in romanticism
Become barriers then bars of the inner prison
Holding back in embarrased denial
The errors first without the trial
All of these ideas in creative swill
Mixed then churned before keeping still
Hidden or revealed to those few who knew
How to stay out of the archers view
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