Between what we call perfection And what we know of dignity There's always something wrong The strength that left us yesterday Is clawing at revival But already starts to settle And never comes around Why can't we lose that grinding depth And bathe within simplicity Of hellos from strangers And let that start our day
Reason for writing:
People are so determined to make life hard and invent
complexities, that no one ever takes pleasure in simple
things, like getting hellos from strangers.
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