It's odd how certain things attract such similar people coffee shops collecting the progressive minded young and buzzed the naive soul is eager to change the world but the picture is only partial and its frame is frayed "wouldn't it be nice" the pretty lady in the sundress asks "if everything were just this way?" but the handsome man in the tailored suit only sees a broken scene "I could touch this up" he says "make it clean." but the lady shakes her head no says it would end up like everything presented "exactly" says the man "a touch up here and there and it all could be pristine." on and on they go an old man silent in the corner never bothered for his thoughts his wisdom wasted the gold is never brought.
Gold Mind
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