the field of white snow ends abruptly; the textures of the wall threaten
what we notice first in any situation shows what we’re thinking
for an honest path follow where you need to go even if alone
for an easy path follow in someone’s footsteps to places they’ve been
unless a belief encounters opposition it cannot be proved
there once was a time we could sit with a stranger and we’d become friends
seemingly random designs are used to disguise mass produced mistakes
we can sit and wait until everything is numb and still be waiting
our need for the new lets us toss aside the old without second thought
a couch and a chair worn, stained, no longer wanted leave it, drive away
uptown jack 