worries of the day can wait; the sun is rising and i will be there
if you see something stop before you say something ask: what did i see?
rain on the window pane, drops vie for attention with white clouds / blue sky
seeing the outside very rarely lets us know what happens inside
in the new normal relaxing feels like an act of rebellion
we don’t need to guess what a boat is, even when sitting on dry land
when the boards come down people will wrongly assume it’s back to normal
tell me your story i will try to be quiet and hear what you say
i wake most mornings completely confused by what my dreams are saying
we cannot ignore when we look out at the world there is work to do
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