there’s always a route around the barriers that pop up in our path
the fear of drifting is in giving up control we don’t really have
without exploring we never truly achieve a true sense of home
you’re not wasting time if you are doing something that your soul requires
the unusual if it’s seen often enough will become normal
a coating of snow treats everything equally giving it beauty
we’ve been programmed for instant gratification the planet has not
doing what it does time will easily cover what someone forgets
what someone forgets can serve as a reminder for the rest of us
nothing says winter quite like the stoic reaching of snow-laden boughs
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