Expressionless
Are the faces
Wanting to make
Smiles
Inability
To write music
That would touch a
Soul
Memories that touch the human soul
Have been too often cold
You don’t have to smile
From what has become this while
After all, as we know
Nothing’s right and nothing keeps
So cry, or smile your way to sleep
Questions of, “Should I try,”
“Should I Cry,” “Should I care?”
Drop care, so you can think
(And) Dream, dream a life
Perfect, in all its defects
Stream, stream your mind
For perfect, in what you’ve lost
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