It's a motorcycle meditation
on a still and pleasant day
the way the engine growls and stirs
my head responds in foreign ways
I've seen you on this street before
slouching by with head in hands
didn't anyone tell you
not just anyone can understand?
There's a breeze now in the park
it carries a message from me to you
just as your hair starts to stir
you feel the meaning seeping through
I spelled it out with cheerios
and left it on your table
you say that faith will bring us closer
but I don't believe I'm able
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