Recognition

The little man in the little store
Was distracted seemed disconsolate
I noticed when I went to pay for
My Diet Coke and a Tootsie Pop

His condition seemed unbearable
A flight before dying flying blind
His face was tied in a knot of care

It must have been something terrible
I tried to help but no matter what
He would not share what he could not bear
Wearing a mask which he would not drop

Certainly not for a well-known nut

Evolving into a madman now
I can see I am not alone
I always felt empathy somehow
For all the madmen I have known

Some people just prefer to keep still
A flight before dying flying blind
As my father flew and always will

As for me I am the talkative kind
My father and that little man are not
And I leave my inhibitions behind
Unlike them for my flight out of my mind

+Steven Curtis Lance



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