Separate minds, not parallel, keep me in an office hell.
Even thoughts misunderstood, as if the other's mind is wood.
Mind patterns change things in midstream
and then the progress isn't seen.
"Strategic, directive, 60,000 feet!"
Hey! My mind's down here connected to body, on the street.
Our talks just end in a frustrated tone,
and then my heart begins to moan.
Can't we all just get along?
It seems like no, but I could be wrong.
JRM 8-17-10
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