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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SHARE THOUGHTS ALOUD

STORED INSIDE YOUR HEAD

WHEN OTHERS ARE ALLOWED

TO INTERPRET THEM

JUST HOW FAR OR CLOSE DO THEY COME

TO WHAT YOU ACTUALLY MEANT

YOU COME TO THE REALIZATION

IT'S ALL IN THE INTERPRETATION

THUS THE PHRASE READ BETWEEN THE LINES

OFTEN COMES TO MIND

CAN ANYONE MEET

ALL OF YOUR NEEDS

WHAT ARE YOU LETTING SLIDE

CAN ANYONE READ

WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO HIDE

IF ANYONE CAN

WHY CAN'T YOU STAND

WHEN ANYONE DARES TO TRY

CAN WORDS STIR YOUR SOUL

IN WAYS YOU DON'T KNOW

OR EVEN UNDERSTAND

DEFINITELY UNPLANNED

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION

A SORT OF SEDUCTION

UPON INTRODUCTION

YOU CAN'T SEEM TO FUNCTION

WITHOUT GETTING MORE

OF WHAT YOU CAME FOR

NOT SURE WHAT'S IN STORE

JUST CUTS TO THE CORE

I REMEMBER A PATCHWORK QUILT

THAT WAS NAVY UNDERNEATH

I REMEMBER HOW SOFT IT FELT

AND HOW SOUNDLY I WOULD SLEEP

I REMEMBER ONCE FLOATING ABOVE

WATCHING MYSELF SLEEP

AS SOON AS MY FINGERS STARTED TO RUB

THE QUILT I MADE THE QUANTUM LEAP

BACK SAFE AND SOUND

NO ONE AROUND

TO WITNESS THE STRANGE SENSATION

BUT I AM SURE  IT WASN'T MY IMAGINATION

TRUST YOUR INNER CHILD

GRAB YOUR BLANKY

IT IS  PRETTY WILD

YOU WILL THANK ME

I FIND IT VERY INTERESTING

THE WAY THAT  CERTAIN THINGS

COME YOUR WAY

AS IF THE UNIVERSE HAS ITS SAY

THIS APPLIES TO YOU AND YOUR MISSION

IT WILL GIVE YOU GUIDANCE AND VISION

PAY ATTENTION TO THE SIGNS

THEY ARE ALL SIMPLY DIVINE

IS TRIVIA TRIVIAL AS A RULE

WHY DOES GOSSIP HAVE TO BE SO CRUEL

IT TAKES SMALL MINDS TO DIG UP DIRT

AND  GIVE NO THOUGHT TO WHO THEY HURT

WHY DO PEOPLE GOSSIP ANYWAY

DON'T THEY HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO SAY

AND FASHION POLICE

NOT A BIT DISCREET

WHO CARES WHAT THEY THINK

THEIR COMMENTS STINK

IT'S A GLOOMY DAY

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY

A SLICE OF LIFE

THAT'S REALLY NICE

IS A PIECE OF PEACE

TREASURE IT AND CHERISH IT

MAY IT NEVER CEASE

MAY YOU FIND

PEACE OF MIND

IN YOUR LIFETIME

IF ALL IS ONE AND ONE IS ALL

ARE WE ALL SCHIZOPHRENIC

OR IS THE EARTH A MAGIC PLANT

AND WE'RE ALL TRIPPIN ON IT

THIS IS TOO BIZARRE FOR ME

YET I WRITE THIS POETRY

WHERE IT COMES FROM I DON'T KNOW

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