there will always be another door to walk through but first you must knock
by looking today we may not at first notice what was used to be
with our routes pre planned we no longer stop and think, “wonder where that goes?”
when you can see the beginning, you realize that there is no end
whether it’s working or not, the one that we see is the oddity
no poem today
we all have those days when we wish we could curl up and hide in a box
some things that stand out only do so because they will not be here long
sometimes all we need are a couple of simple basics to choose from
one of the hardest truths to accept: change is not something we control
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