What people really think,
When it's so hard to find the place,
Where you are all in sync,
Where you all know you're speaking the same language,
And want to do the same thing,
And there is no doubt that you're not all separating,
And backstabbing,
And talking to each other about how,
One of you just doesn't get it?
If minds were only open for observation...
Well, then, there be no need for poets.
And it's alright,
There may not be any, anyway.
It all depends on the truth behind,
What others say.
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