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Maybe most of us
have become automated
Maybe our pattern
is chasing its own tail
The doors we thought opened up
the straightest path is closed
At the applied level
we already know what goes
Maybe there is, some other way,
in which I, can change the frame,
search and find, a way around,
what's perceived, determines where we'll get
In an open place, in an empathic view
with a different set of words, of questions
We can get to touch the ground beneath
where the propensity is not already in place
Behind the front line, behind trenches,
what is perceived, determines where we'll get,
beyond automaticity, to be heard is a prerequisite
Behind the front line, behind trenches,
what is perceived, determines where we'll get,
beyond automaticity, and we'll get the response we evoke