"Is it just me?"
No.
It's never just you.
Anything you might think someone else has already thought.
Originality is weakened but we still mix up odd concoctions
of the things we find to ring true.
Billions of bell towers all chiming at once,
making a muddled melody of mannerism.
If you listen, and you must listen closely,
the tunes that sound the same differ.
Mostly as a whole all our minds sound similar.
Our spectrum of emotions are on the same wavelength frequently,
but our inner voices speak in different frequencies.
Every unspoken idea, like a dog whistle, no man can hear,
combined with subtleties become me.
Just one me.
Even if you completely agree you still only see with your personality.
I guess it works out.
Being different and the same.
It turns the human race into some kind of a game,
like a search and find puzzle where we're all looking for each other,
and hiding from ourselves.
Do any of you think this is true or
Is it just me?
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
"Is it just me?"
No.
It's never just you.
Anything you might think someone else has already thought.
Originality is weakened but we still mix up odd concoctions
of the things we find to ring true.
Billions of bell towers all chiming at once,
making a muddled melody of mannerism.
If you listen, and you must listen closely,
the tunes that sound the same differ.
Mostly as a whole all our minds sound similar.
Our spectrum of emotions are on the same wavelength frequently,
but our inner voices speak in different frequencies.
Every unspoken idea, like a dog whistle, no man can hear,
combined with subtleties become me.
Just one me.
Even if you completely agree you still only see with your personality.
I guess it works out.
Being different and the same.
It turns the human race into some kind of a game,
like a search and find puzzle where we're all looking for each other,
and hiding from ourselves.
Do any of you think this is true or
Is it just me?
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