Where people meet and never say hello
And shadows cross without hands ever touching
While laughter rings out and no one's there to hear
And lights flicker but no one understands what they mean.
New is just above the decision to have or not
Where pondering is the phoenix of difference
And choosing is the ambiguity of what is correct
While consequence creates a chasm of disbelief
And beginning is death to a closed door.
And shadows cross without hands ever touching
While laughter rings out and no one's there to hear
And lights flicker but no one understands what they mean.
New is just above the decision to have or not
Where pondering is the phoenix of difference
And choosing is the ambiguity of what is correct
While consequence creates a chasm of disbelief
And beginning is death to a closed door.
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