Does anybody really know you?

 

 

Does anybody really know you,

The moods that wear you,

The hair you groom,

The smiles you hide behind,

Do they even know your real name?

Does anyone believe the words

That flow out of strangersí lips

To strange ears like mine,

To describe why you laugh

Or why you cry?

Does anyone recognize the you

That you become when day

Breaks into dusk,

Sipping the wine of evening,

Getting drunk on the night,

The horizon stretching before

You window

As if you ruled it all,

Storm clouds floating

Unseen in the intense dark,

Bloated heroes

You canít ever count on,

Rain splattering

On youíre the floor

From your open kitchen window?

Does anybody know you

Or care?

 


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