Listen to the
ground
A person will not
read it wrong
There will
something to be said
By walking
around
Listen to the
voices
They bring the
fresh ideas
They bring the
fresh hope
They bring a new
landscape
By walking
around
There will be
many to see
The enrichment
of sights and sound
The eyes and
mind will expand with data
Living in a
glass house
A matter of time
to get crashed
Sending the
pieces flying
Nobody is wiser
Listen to the
ground
A person will
not read it wrong
Unless he is
shielded away from it
Feeding all the
good sound
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