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Introductions

Thomas Ward

Every day is the same.

Familiar faces fade away.

These same repeating chains

will only break with a change.

What if we could say,

can we begin with introductions?

All we do is stare and create our own digressions

from conversations as we make comparisons

on what we see through our screens.

No it isn’t easy to believe in things

that are not what they seem.

There’s a boy who sits all alone.

No one cares so they’ll never know,

that his father had left him

when he was only ten.

It would be nice to have some friends.

What ever happened to introductions?

Oh, we should never judge a book by its cover,

I wish someone would have told her

cause now she’s looking for approval from others.

She may never receive the attention,

but she sure would love an invitation.

What ever happened to introductions?

Can we begin with introductions?

All we do is stare and create our own digressions

from conversations as we make comparisons

on what we see through our screens.

No it isn’t easy to believe in things

that are not what they seem.

They will taunt you with their empty questions

only to pretend that they have your best intentions.

Oh the world with their weary distractions.

Not to mention, they probably forgot your name again.

If they will only give us a chance

instead of passing glances off in the distance.

Can we begin with introductions?

All we do is stare and create our own digressions

from conversations as we make comparisons

on what we see through our screens.

No it isn’t easy to believe in things

that are not what they seem.

No, things are never what they seem.

Introductions
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