we treat each new day as if it is the same day we had yesterday
he sits, silently not understanding his fate; our frozen proxy
absolute power is not concerned about us it does its own thing
most mornings pass by unnoticed and unannounced then there is today
there’s something almost magical about walking in the autumn rain
when was the last time you lied on your back and watched as the clouds passed by?
there is no right path there is only the path that we travel on now
was it stashed by an enterprising animal or did it land there
when you can see the beginning, you realize that there is no end
to find inner peace it’s easier if we first see it in others
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