when what is inside gets exposed to the outside that’s what we’re made of
without knowing more what seems to be ominous might just blow over
a simple message shouldn’t be that difficult to communicate
with an alphabet in common, we still rarely speak the same language
while we are watching the clown juggle, the conman has picked our pockets
a memory shared will never be remembered exactly the same
walk across a bridge the experience will change with every step
the biggest kindness we can show to one another is to just listen
if reality isn’t, it could be our dreams are reality
a shared idea creates a conversation and from there we grow
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