a deleted scene of a stranger’s life plays out in lost groceries
it’s on or it’s off authoritarianism mounted on the wall
even if the storm passes me, it still affects someone i may know
maybe a surprise maybe it’s more of the same that is tomorrow
when you find yourself intrigued by the day to day you have found yourself
the flower opens each morning the bee arrives neither wonders why
sometimes instructions over-complicate a task that we understand
from each negative we can create, if we choose something positive
i’ve heard the tales told that out beyond my window the world, it still turns
to see a flower blooming where it chose to grow sends a message: hope
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