What if going underground carried as much weight as universal recognition?
What if that which brought a select few great joy was as valuable as popular models?
I've got a photograph of my family and your family too
I've got a book or a CD I had to search for for a long time on the Internet
What if deep thought on existence and the future was practiced as often as altering your mind for the purpose of having a good time?
What if people worked as hard on Saturday nights in learning a new word or state of mind as they did in satisfying whatever wild instincts they have?
I'd like to have a conversation with you somewhere quiet
I'd like to take that conversation to heart and apply it daily
What if getting low was celebrated as enthusiastically as getting high?
Low enough to face myself without automatic defense
Yes, I know defense….What if defense was not the go to mindset?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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