the path i follow isn’t the same direction as the tracks were laid
even subtle change can seem sudden when it comes unexpectedly
even the smallest things can make an impression that lasts a lifetime
there’s a street nearby that i’d never walked; and a closed used bookstore where i never shopped
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
one drop of water is a distraction, thousands can change how we see
with each new season we see the passage of time in living color
as we play the game hoping for a treat, someone is planning a trick
we each see the light in the darkness, but see it through our own window
we are too busy looking ahead to notice what is around us
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