Surely you jest, I say.
A great idea is one
That is shared by other
Great minds of the earth.
The road less travelled
Is the one taken by the brave
But a mere imposter
Deludes himself in believing
That he is in the limelight
When he only shares it with one
Who already has it for himself
For such imposters
Know only to leech on the wisdom
And intellect
Of others
They are mere shadows of themselves
Of what they could choose to be
They can be a great people
But they choose to stand in the shadows
Of giants who stand in the limelight
Alas, intellect
Is becoming a scarce resource.
(PS. What I'm trying to say is that great minds think alike, but lousy minds feed on the thinking of great minds and use them for their own personal gain.
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