maybe they believe that we won’t notice the lights slowly stopped working
we are the flower behind a broken wire fence that we can escape
on the horizon there appears to be a threat we could ignore it
we tend to protect the wheel when the bicycle is what’s important
each storm is unique but for one small exception they all blow over
unless we erase the blackboard from time to time nothing will be clear
it was a loud crash the tree fell in the forest but nobody heard
the signs are there, but do they predict the future or echo the past
we tend to forget all of the wind and the rain as the storm clouds pass
the raindrops that fall on the flowers’ petals are the ones we admire
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