faces complacent, minds compliant, hearts
complex
so much goes unread, unnoticed,
unheard
Stop and listen with me, why don'tcha
feel the hope and uncertainty, doubt and assurance
all n all, together,
lost in the chaos
Can you pick it out - the dreams I mean
Can you see past the smog n the fog,
the watered down haze of an incomplete tapestry?
Some find themselves in that
a top hat, if you will - put on a show, and make up their act
balance the line on an old unicycle
n hold up a standard even they can't hope to beat
These days, if you open your eyes wide enough
that it's hard not to taste every sound, smooth or rough
you'd see that the ugly n the sweet hardly compare
to the knowledge you wouldn't have
had you not've been there
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