How do we know
which ones to keep
And which should be let go
Which ones to sow
Which ones to reap
And which ones to let flow
Cut and polish some
Till they catch light
And declare them in style
Those not handsome
And dark too, fight
For attention all the while
We mine our mind
Examine thoughts
Extract elements from ore
Hit play, rewind
Connect seen dots
Forward to find there's more
We see the route
We take to see
What we are looking for
It's Loud or Mute
But commentary
Is there as an under-score
Who hears trees that fall in the forest
the chords and chorus in my head
Who understands harmony and unrest
And thinks before I say what I said...
This track exists, and this I know
You're hearing it now too
Plot has it's twists, how did I know?
I don't now, but now I do...
(You are hearing it, it's true!)
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