Wisdom of Crowds

Is it the wisdom of crowds or the tyranny of majority?
I listen to the sounds of spirits that come before me for the
Moral authority that I need to coordinate me
When I free-write, speak, or perform I’m taking

My mind on a journey like lord of the rings
Treasures are buried beneath more than floor-board deep
Tales a heart tells don’t always match the 4-4 beat
Nails that stand tall get slammed disproportionately

Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees
Sometimes you can’t see the trees for the forest better restudy your forestry
Sometimes you say the Smiths when it’s Morrissey
Sometimes you layer the vocals to make the chorus more on key

Singularity and plurality
The topics I’m exploring see
It’s never guaranteed like a warranty
But ding dong it only takes one Dorothy
For a dream to become a song when the crowds hidden under floral leafs

(More input, more input!

Frederick, I have an important question. Why do humans not like me, call me "craphead"?

They like you. They like you. Craphead is a compliment

Oh...)