I used to think it was strange
The light surrounding your body
Out of etiquette I tried not to look
At its nudity outshining you in your clothing.
Yes, more pleasing than you
But with my manners I listen
Your ego is talking through your character's voice
And at your side I see your energy glisten.
When you think I do not know
It is you who should quiet and listen
You will be useless if you do not believe
My knowledge is worthwhile in your instant.
My darling, I can see the color of your soul
And I can see your ego's physical floating
Telling me the things you sit and wait to hear
It is sad you rely on the external ears of your knowing.
Ugh, a dull conversation with your ego is boring
I suppose that is why only a few people know me
A lover of family, connection, and growing
But swift to swim away if our depths do not agree.
What I mean is if you cannot reach me
Do not think our line is broken
In fact I am only working in my calling
Focusing on the laws of my influential token.
Flip..flip..flip.. Heads or tails?
That is how it feels in a delicate situation
Though there is no loss or gain
If we can connect in a true conversation.
~ B
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