Walk, Talk, Live


I don’t feel like doing anything today
So let’s just, walk
It doesn’t matter where we go, I have
Nothing to do but talk

Outside its raining, but I have
No reason to stay dry
A little water never hurt
Anyone but the Wicked Witch
(So, why is there always an umbrella nearby?)

These walls are white
And we might as well be
Color blind if we are to stay inside
What’s the use of eyes,
If we will never really see?

The sound of the ocean
Is merely mimicked in a Conch shell
So, dig your feet in the sand
Let the tide wash over your toes and
Listen

Take my hand and
I can show you the world
It doesn’t matter where we go, I have
Nothing to do but talk




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