temporary lines . drawn to mark the boundaries . will change tomorrow
the spider’s worry is only to spin the web not what it will catch
when the wheels come off we have two choices: panic or enjoy the view
nothing else settles in the imagination like an autumn fog
the loudest voices . seem to want us to believe . love is all but dead
stand in a moment and realize it’s changing right before your eyes
every season brings another oddity they want us to buy
one day it appears . then we forget, and never . know if it was real
to make something strong first build powerful structures that won’t be noticed
gardens are planted for the future to enjoy they’re optimism
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