by Timothy W. Crawford

(How I feel when I listen to you talk about nothing)

Don't tell me you can feel me
unless you place you hand in mine
then as walking barefoot atop
the sands of Egypt 
we can make tracks
and never look back
Cause the pure essence of happiness
lay tucked delicately in my dreams
not decorated in diamonds, expensive wines
or gourmet cuisine.
You say you've met your soulmate?
Baby, the millenium is fastly approaching,
at least run fresh game without iggin' me
Offer devotion, not the cool things to say, 
bending to your girlfriends coaching.
Player don't concoct me stories
of your episodes of grandeur,
this man woman thing runs deeper
than the nile,
you tell me not you....
Shit...I just smile

Seek love and happiness like
water for your thirst,
Seek friendship and confidence,
intelligence and togetherness.
'Cause I tell you my brother, my sister
I am by no means toying with my time,
and when I lay these feet down for the 
last time,  I can guarantee peace of mind.
But don't tell me that you can feel me
if you tell me just to hear yourself speak,
shallow folks, get swept to sea with the tide
cause this man, woman, earth, child, love, peace thing
it's all so deep.

Deep by Timothy W. Crawford

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