The window twisted open
In a spiral motion
Stories on the street
Drive by like speeding chapters
A hammer can hit you
When you take the time to see
Happiness can take control so easy
When your mind is unconcerned
Still plugged in but not on
Is anything really important
Except the things you can’t see or touch
Or love
Still with no real definition
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