The Spoken Word
We're supposed to speak the same language,
but I don't know what you say.
You say one thing and mean another,
and you do it every day.
I have no idea where you're coming from,
and I think you're at a loss too.
There's conflict between your brain and mind,
like there is between me and you.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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