silently he comes and goes
and suddenly he doesn't have to ask
at the store they recognize him
even with a different hat on
greeted by the same smile
might be the brightness
on a cloudy day
he meets how many smiles
but how many would sit and try
to decipher the thoughts
in this strangers mind
how many write down what
pages might stand out
from beginning to end
or flip it does it sound the same
as all the rest that might
actually waste his time
or could a new smile hold the answers
to questions he hasn't thought of yet
he will probably need something
soon enough to see another smile
when words praise his thoughts
he might squint at the shining light
being a complete stranger with a truckload
of thoughts packed in tight
they can be hard to understand
what do they find
those few minds that take the time
to look passed the complete stranger
appearance whatever eyes might see
changes when swimming in the thoughts
without even knowing most of the time
outside the sky constructs
a fiery painting his words cannot compare
there is no color only his mind
and his emotion pen page and strangers
eyes absorb his thoughts and
appreciate his randomness...
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