how we see a field . of flowers, is how we see . the rest of the world
times when we feel stuck . it’s likely because we are . not where we should be
seen from a distance . it looks like an obstacle . but then the path curves
for a brief moment . the world lights up with colors . that will soon be lost
we still recognize . something by its name, even . removed from context
a delicate shell . was once all the protection . its builder needed
a lighthouse stands watch . like a guiding principle . to show us the way
shifting loyalties . leave behind the abandoned . castles on a hill
the hidden layers . in every reflection . change with each visit
behind a glass wall . we only see distortions . of reality
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