They talk about what they don’t know,
they talk about what they never understood.
In too many.
Lightness towards the problems of too many,
lightness and indifference,
towards a world,
towards people,
who have too much trouble,
too many people talk about what they have never experienced,
or what it does not want to live.
People think they understand you,
But it’s not true,
and you understand, if they go away,
if they disappear,
if they think you do,
or has done,
things that never cross your mind.
But there are too many people,
who talk about what they don’t know.
And I, maybe now,
I know too much.
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