So strange, an off kilter hero
A contraption, a thinker, a do-er
A mess of accessable thoughts
A web that I won't nor want to escape from
Your a stranger, saying the right things
But thinking nothing of what you say
Pouring out your thoughts
Not realizing their mine
Living on canvas and lights and liquids
Thriving on the new and the old.
Yet how far or close you may be
Your still to far, to far to see.
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