I’m worn-out. Of the same. Of the same reactions … Mel Bie

I’m worn-out.

Of the same.
Of the same reactions to a great ideia.
Of the same usurpation of them.
Of the same incompetence.
Of the same non-brain people surround me.

Friend of mine, I charge you:
Be not like them,
Even if you could not,
Friend of mine, I charge you:
Just pretend not been like the most,
Even if you could not,
Think about this.

It’s all I could ask of one I see some little hope.