Hopelessly Hoping Crosby, Stills, & Nash
When you stand on the shoulders
of giants
Trying
Longing
To make your words
Meet
Match
That which has come before
Only to discover
Your own charlatan glance
Do you dare
Take chance
Knowing that your words
Will not penetrate
Strike though
To the one
That you
Want
so desperately
To hear
Not accepting
That if she didn't hear
She was little more
Than deaf
To the cries of the world
That lies
right outside
Her window.
So it goes
May she follow the trip
Obligated
Exacerbated
Longing only to tell her
That she chokes
On hello
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