not every path will still exist tomorrow travel while you can
the frosted window obscures my view except for where the light breaks though
it’s easy to see in the events of today the doomsdays of old
by the time we see the damage, it can’t be fixed it must be removed
as the water dries the surface where it once sat is forever changed
some lights help us see others decorate; we need to tell them apart
when a branch is cut history and the future are forever changed
we see the surface but can only imagine the chaos beneath
if we see the signs we will be better prepared when things start to change
the stream doesn’t care how much water it carries it goes with the flow
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