On the Ground

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I lay/lie my body on the ground

Hair messy/messed up

Lookin crazy/crazed

Yeah, and where are you?

I don't know you.

I want to know you.

Perhaps you would not like to know me,

as well as I would like to know you?

For i am complicated.

Is there anyone who is not?

Show me someone/something simple?

On the ground you may see the big world.

And the people stare at you,

while you (more intelligent than the others)

know to make observations in the strangest places.

No one knows my mind.

No one knows why I do the things I do.

No one particularly wants to know why.

But I do, and if I think someone is worthy,

I observe, consume, socialize.

On the ground-as if in a song

I wait for someone to join me.

And listening to this song in a store

laying on the ground beneath a rack

 of clothes.

I feel invisible, but if someone were to

join me at that moment-I would love them

I love easily,

but who loves me?