I think that I am speaking my life to you but then I discover crumpled numbers cover my face and how can I expect you to see me anymore when sagacity and sightlessness are the same to you and your acumen drills down to find the concealed wealth where numbers count but words never do it seems they carry too much risk for you and all my words I venture to speak are mere deductions that neither you nor the prophets can figure out and I know they¹re all in line for you stepping forward to shake your hand and cover your face so how can you expect to see me anymore
Reason for writing:
A love story, set in corporate america. two complete
opposites meet. He lives and breathes his job and talks
the talk of business and MBAs and reengineering; she can
speak only of the intangible beauty of poetry, music, and
dreams. They're each attracted to the other's world as much
as they fear it. Can she make him see the beauty in the other
side of life, or is he too caught up in his own to find it?
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