Meant...
I just sit here with my thoughts alone
Things racing through my brain at random
No contemplation can ever contain it
I hate being so open in my thoughts today
Though to retain them would make me insane
Well maybe a little more than I already am
The twisting of the hair brings back so much
I grin as my phone rings again and again
To be so needed is such a great pleasure
A burden that I will gladly accept always
We and I sit and" people watch" together
I imagine the universe that others live in today
This play that is designed just for the casual
Observing in the most intimate of all details
Without script the actors work upon my stage
Freedom to think, to reason, and to speak
Forgive-less in its passion to be known and felt
What is behind the smiles of the day well spent?
It is the hope to be noticed in the wonders of the "MEANT"
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