there is no purpose . greater than wanting to share . what you discover
when two paths converge . each traveler shares the space . until they exit
the simplest thing . becomes something of value . when shared with others
it isn’t having . too little, it’s not sharing . when we have too much
sharing of knowledge . is never, but often feels . like a one way street
in three empty chairs . stories shared might still linger . in the morning air
the rest of the world . does not share this same moment . exactly this way
in sharing the light . everybody can break . free from their darkness
in each autumn leaf . there is a unique beauty . unseen by the rake inspired by the marginalian
come, sit for a while . watch the time pass together . we don’t have to talk
uptown jack 