If I only
had a home.
Balance.
You're in the city,
the big city,
maybe New York or Los Angeles
or Chicago or Denver.
You've just gotten out of a cab,
at the hotel you're staying at.
For a moment,
you stand outside the doors,
waiting and watching
all the others hail their own taxis,
celebrities and soldiers,
politicians and just people
all walking around in this city.
No matter where you are,
the view is the same.
These sad, sad people
going about their daily lives,
never realizing how dead they are on the inside.
You decide to take action.
You run back and forth along the sidewalk,
you dance and leap and shout and sing.
Maybe someone joins you,
someone who sees what you see and wants to make these people happy again.
By the next chime of the hour, you've got an army
of these runners and dancers and leapers and shouters and singers,
these lovers and fighters and players and winners and losers,
these people,
these random people
making everyone else smile.
The people watching,
some of them, they say they've never seen anything like this before,
some of them are wondering what twister made you knock your head,
but all of them
are thinking
Hello.
6 curiosities:
I wish I had more time to spend trying to understand you. I think I'd learn something.
There's so much sadness and hate, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that remembers how to love. It's a well-known fact that laughter is the best medicine, and there's no better prevention plan than a smile. If I can spread that - then maybe things will get better.
...Aren't you the strange one. Who (or what) ARE you?
More importantly, how's your cat doing?
I'm here to lift your spirits, no matter who you may be.
And they're both doing wonderful, thank you for asking.
Who ARE YOU?
You can call me Schrödinger! Who are you?
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