I write so I cannot read

I write so I cannot read
these books of literature cloud my judgement of  a new world
where art dominates all and the feeble mind becomes the greatest known in the world
the stories are a must
I write so I cannot read
the books of fortune and lust tend to their flowers
growing like orchids and flourishing as daisies
pick a few and it'll catch you
can you afford it?
to lose what you do not have?
and what we do have is intellect,
and no can take that away from you
they may burn our books, but they will never take our knowledge
or help
in revolt
try to extend a hand when it was too late
only for looking what is right for them and not the masses
the individual thrives in the masses, for this is where he learns
and conducts
and revolutionizes
they look at him as if he were a piece of dirt
lying in a grain of salt
built in a particle of sand
but you put those together and you create
the individual finds others of like mind and creates numbers to revolt
figure out what this chicken scratch means and you will find the delicate power
thrust yourself in and just play it by ear
you won't fit in, but you will see more than them
you will see the virtue of the lies they have created for themselves
teaching themselves that it does not exist
and that it will achieve to nothing but only libraries of the mind
we will think more and achieve more
something we can work to perform
it's all about seeing whose country measures its own border
and there is no borders, we should be free
administer the bullshit and buy another hat
then bow or salute the emptiness of your soul
vengeful the individual acts, not alone anymore
and he will prove to the unjust that society has not failed
and we
as a whole,
we will continue to be individual in a land that is free