Friday, February 17, 2012


So I'm supposed to think like you
in order to relate to you -
my words have got to be just right
to save your precious mind some work.

Instead of seeing where I am,
you're only looking where I'm not,
expecting me to scurry over
right to where you gaze is fixed.

But I don't want to live in that place,
all pretending, imitating,
guessing what's expected of me
jumping hoops relentlessly

So here's the deal: listen to me,
try to stretch your minds a little,
break the mold I can't fit into,
set communication free.

David Spicer.

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