not every path will still exist tomorrow travel while you can
when the creek freezes and winter wind slaps your face a new path awaits
the frosted window obscures my view except for where the light breaks though
i want to believe the small orange’s message isn’t cynical
make a decision and then, somewhere down the road you can change your mind
my head says sunrise my heart says hope and promise they are both correct
on a blank canvas any mark you make can be a great idea
getting from one place to another can’t happen if you’re standing still
the first steps you take in a new experience will be the bravest
the structures we build will be seen as monuments to what we value
Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
