washed up on the shore we see one life being passed onto another
every day breaks in its own unique way, yet we start them the same
give in to the urge tuck your nose under your paw and drift off to sleep
it seems that sometimes just to get a reaction is reason enough
with a closer look we see that the most simple is anything but
sometimes a license is really just permission to take an action
just like the flower in order to receive light one must be open
if life was simple each thing would have one purpose and then be thrown out
to keep someone out or to keep them in, the fence pays no attention
we feel the struggle of the flower in the crack but the plant doesn’t
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