when something falls through it is lost; but it’s also where the truth comes out
life is not a game that we either win or lose yet we treat it so
our opinions change depending on which way the arrow is pointing
some things are designed to be easily ignored to hide their function
by labeling it something anonymous can become obvious
washed by a spring rain the street becomes a canvas painted by the lights
we have these choices but we play it safe each day and make the same one
by adding something we forever alter how we remember it
a rule, once posted reflects back on history that we have forgot
amid so much noise we may not recognize that we need some quiet
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