Random Thoughts
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Noise

They talk without doing
They live without loving
They hardly make
An imprint at all

They breathe without moving
They love without touching
They barely make
A matter at all

How can so many minds
Be so consumed chasing toys?
How can so many lives
Pass right through in the noise?

They speak without thinking
They act without feeling
They never take
A breath of it all

(chorus)

They talk without doing
They live without loving
They hardly make
An imprint at all

(chorus)

They live without loving
They love without tasting
How can they live at all?

8/5/25

Obstructed View: Two Seats No Doors

Demo - 8/5/25

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