Monday, August 31, 2020

The Crazy Ones

The Crazy Ones

Not a one really cares
They don't even notice
It's not malice
Or a way to spread grief
We don't have the loudest voice
And everyone else is always talking
So how can we even be heard
Let's dream of a day
Where they see our pain
And somebody cares
Outside of oneself
Where there is warmth
The tingles that travel
Up the spine
Into an improbable world
Instead of a cold planet
Pulling back to a cold realism
Where everyone's words are important
Except for yours an mine
We are but the crazy ones...



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