Monday, March 24, 2008

yesterday

in a city where every one knows some one
some one more important than the person in front of them
it’s easy being a stranger to something real
something to feel






so here be me
a feeling being
and there be you
feeling so true






how does it happen
that in a city where every one knows someone
much more important than the person in front of them
that people come together
and drop all those pretenses all those clouded lenses
and talk to one another
sing to each other
spit emotion to make a heart bigger
our shoulders a little lighter
something to recognize in one another
when we dare to live beyond a margin

how does it happen
that today i want to be a better person

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