when all of your friends become jack-o-lanterns, but you’re still a pumpkin
it might not be much more than a feeling we get; we know when we’re home
you can build a wall but life has a way; always able to break through
there’s something almost magical about walking in the autumn rain
if we don’t notice it is no different than if we cannot see
why can’t we just say i have done enough this week i’m taking a nap
when was the last time you lied on your back and watched as the clouds passed by?
do you ever stop and wonder why we sell food as decoration
sometimes the message is so complete, it can be said in just one word
there is no right path there is only the path that we travel on now
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