is an egg ever left out of the egg carton?
or a red crayon out of a pack of 24?
what about the right-foot-sock or the left-hand-glove?
no
did the husband ever forget about his wife?
well, maybe sometimes
but i would never forget about you
the group of white sheep
and i the black
roaming around aimlessly
searching for friendship
for an invitation into your bountiful pasture
where you graze day after day
and where i stand on the other side of the fence gazing in
wondering if you'll notice me or my efforts
or anything really
do you notice anything other than yourselves?
can you see over your side of the fence?
do you even want to see?
i am the egg
i am the red crayon
i am the right-foot-sock and the left-hand-glove
do you know what happens to things that are lost?
they are eventually found
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
is an egg ever left out of the egg carton?
or a red crayon out of a pack of 24?
what about the right-foot-sock or the left-hand-glove?
no
did the husband ever forget about his wife?
well, maybe sometimes
but i would never forget about you
the group of white sheep
and i the black
roaming around aimlessly
searching for friendship
for an invitation into your bountiful pasture
where you graze day after day
and where i stand on the other side of the fence gazing in
wondering if you'll notice me or my efforts
or anything really
do you notice anything other than yourselves?
can you see over your side of the fence?
do you even want to see?
i am the egg
i am the red crayon
i am the right-foot-sock and the left-hand-glove
do you know what happens to things that are lost?
they are eventually found
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