each crack tells a tale of life, of joy, of heartache tales that can’t be faked
a day spent watching as the world hurries about requires comfort
the flower opens a silent invitation and waits patiently
even though needed as part of the big picture freedom is tempting
with his mute command plastic boy reminds us to enjoy the journey
we count the minutes between beginning and end but don’t cherish them
no one is watching if you don’t press the button you’re free to be you
we’re not a matched set our colors, our frames, our slant but we’re a good pair
even wanderers need to know what direction trouble will come from
time only exists in the tools we created to measure the time
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