Sorry to waste your time

i ramble cross the days it feels like minutes
to whom of which i rant a riddled race of rivalries
opposing statements here and there won't finish
within the time i spout statistics minus sanities

i find, if i'm, to, release, the sights, i have
that most, are kind, but, i have acts that none will do
it's crazy that my craze caught coo cuz

stupidity is sanity oh ignorance is bliss
they cherish to confide the lies that make them dumb to ditz
this spectrum that i hold so dear just justifies my sight
to leak the logics from my brain for wrong to hide inside

to interact within my worlds of rambles reaping bliss
commending every step a person struggles to see this
the end result of what i think in pickled patterned pace
is thank you for the time i talk this time of yours i waste

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