"You go places,
And you meet people.
You shake hands,
And you smile.
And people will think they know you.
They will scan your exterior
And think they understand your interior,
And they will say they like you,
While they create lists of petty reasons
Why they don’t.
But when you leave,
They will not remember your name.
And you’ll go places,
And meet people,
Who don’t shake hands, but hug,
And they will smile with
Every part of their face,
And they will want to know you,
And understand your story.
And they will say they love you,
And mean it, everytime.
And they will leave,"