changing one small thing every day is how we exercise power
it’s what we reflect back into our lives that lights the darkest corners
sometimes the flower seems to perform just for me with tears in its eyes
sometimes we end up in a situation where we just have to wait
we cannot expect clarity when looking through a distorted lens
every problem has a simple solution with a bit of work
sometimes we need to believe that something is there even when it’s not
ideas that work first have to become more than just an idea
what we were before can do nothing but inform who we are today
the flower does not know if it is beautiful it blooms anyway
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