Telling you the truth
We walk around,our heads like sealed rooms,wondering what's behind all those locked doors and shuttered windows.We think we know someone.We think we really know someone - but we never really know anybody.We barely know ourselves!We say we want understanding,that we want to get inside other peoples heads.Would we really want to do that?Would we want to prise open those sealed doors and windows?For to enter those rooms could be a curse.Imagine discovering the truth,those hidden secretsalong with all that noise from the strangers we meet.You'd be able to put a thoughtto a fleeting glance,but,a simple walk down a crowded streetwould become a deafening roar of a thousand minds all telling you the truth.