some people don't know how to listen
to hear with clarity
something they may be missing
some people don't know about what it means to be alive
each day a precious chance to get it right
continue to live and survive
some people don't know how to be alone
they are afraid of themselves
when they get out on their own
some people don't understand poetry
exciting pleasure by beauty with the imagination
when I read it to them they don't know it's apart of me
some people don't know who are their friends
hanging out,smiles &IOU's
not understanding the oneness and some friendships end
some people don't understand the different types of love
what are you getting,what are you giving,some love can be unkind
I know how it feels to be unloved,we were born to be loved
some people don't know what it feels like to be free
without a purpose we may not agree,it's when you are feeling good
about yourself and you & me
I wish there was more universal truths
saying some people is like pointing fingers
I pay attention to how I am living
it's easy to see everyone is not like me
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