what we call retro was once scifi fantasy to our ancestors
even in stillness you can find energy that inspires motion
imagine a world where the only season is a shaker of salt
you know who they are the ones who need a reason to not race through life
can’t be too careful world is a dangerous place am not paranoid
while the rank and file line up, the leaders feel free to wander astray
when you cannot find the food you are used to you scavenge for scraps
we may be ready but that doesn’t mean that spring is ready for us
you must be open to move forward; but be closed to get something done
it takes an artist to recognize that two things are parts of a whole
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