there are always clues that today is different and we should adapt
we don’t buy a plum for its tough, purple-red skin it’s what is inside
nothing is made up of just one thing; we are all bits of each other
wrapped in a blanket with a view of her domain the cat feels secure
only in hindsight can we know if our forecast was indeed correct
travel the backroads and alleyways; where the truth is left unvarnished
we look to the past historic experience to guess the future
look at an apple it can be pies, tarts, fritters… or just an apple
things we hold onto for whatever the reason have a hold on us
to just be yourself it helps to first understand who it is you are
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