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...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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(every cell of the mind is alive, but separated... they can't think, and together... they can blow minds)
I've never been to a poetry reading
to read
and yet I write every day of this life
to write
and yet I want my voice to be heard
I sing
silently
to an audience of one
I've never been to a band performance
to sing
and yet I sing every day of this life
to know
the sweet release found in song
I feel
in harmony
with my audience of one
and sometimes I ask myself profound questions
and sometimes answers come to the tip of my tongue
and sometimes I imagine I am a court jester
especially when I want to be forever young
I've never been to a political rally
to rally
and yet I care about my fellow human beings
so deeply
it hurts to feel the world as it is
I know
honesty
with my audience of one
I've never been to a house of worship
to worship
and yet I feel connected to the universe
so truly
that words are not enough to express
the love
all that can be
in my audience of one
and sometimes I ask myself simple questions
and the answers are the most profound
of all the things I've ever thought about
am I the only one who hears the sound
of a leaf crying
or a dream dying
or a spirit trying
to fly
there's got to be more
to this life
than saying goodbye
the half full glass is living
the half empty waiting to die
and I'm working in the middle
have you seen me floating by....
such a pure and simple high
I've never been to dress rehearsal
to dress
and yet I have a million acts inside
so many
that words are not enough to express
I am
all that can be
between my audience of one...
do horses cry after the big races
do dogs pray just before they die
does a bird know just how high she is
when she seems to be touching the sky
does a seal caught in a beer can holder
wonder how or why he can't breathe
does a new born child open it's eyes
already knowing how to believe
how 'bout
already knowing what to believe
I've never been to a cemetary
to die
and yet I'll drop the big one someday
no lie
and yet I still don't understand why to pray
to be
when we are all one...
(an audience of one)
ok, but let's say my life was to be reviewed
am I proud of everything I've done today
did I stray far from the intended meaning
of the author of this role I play
I'm a leaf crying
I'm a dream dying
I'm a spirit trying
to fly
and there is so much more
to this life
than saying goodbye
the half full glass is living
the half empty waiting to die
and I'm working in the middle
have you seen me floating by....
such a pure and simple high
I've never been to a poetry reading
to read
and yet I write every day of this life
to write
and yet I want my voice to be heard
I sing
silently
to an audience of one
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