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I Don't Even Know

By Bruce Clifford

Iím not sure what youíre going through
Youíre too distant to be in my point of view
Iím not sure what youíre all about
Are you lost, lonely down and out?


Iím not sure if you have voices in your head
Thereís no way to know if youíre amongst the living or the dead
Iím not sure if youíre walking in your sleep
Are you consumed when walking in the streets?


I donít even know your name
I donít know your story
I donít know your fame


I donít even know your name
I donít know your friends
I donít know your game


Iím not sure what youíre going through
Youíre so silent like a lonely recluse
Iím not sure if you could ever let it out
Are you hidden amongst the circus clowns


Iím not sure if you have visions in your eyes
Itís too uncertain to know if you could ever decide
Iím not sure if you know how to believe
Are you crying when nobody can see


I donít even know your name
I donít know your story
I donít know your fame


I donít even know your name
I donít know your friends
I donít know your game


I donít even know


©12/4/2020 Bruce Clifford


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