Look me in the eye,
Dear Stranger on the street,
for in this passing moment,
our souls shall meet.
Know me,
and I will know you back.
We can dance in this city
we’ve painted black.
Hold my hand and
Let’s jump.
Trust becomes
the ultimate trump.
We’ll free fall together,
and improvise;
Ready to say yes,
and…
to the echoes of our outcries.
It is my hope to connect,
And treat your dreams with respect.
We give the shirt off our backs,
to the guy we just met:
humbly, with gratitude,
and without regret.
Sharing our souls,
with Strangers on the bus,
this is how I know,
this choice is a must.
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