only in hindsight . can we truly understand . it was a mistake
some things that we see . present several questions . that can’t be answered
we cling to the past . polishing our memories . as if they were true
the right thing to do . is rarely the easiest . so we build fences
stories are written . epic tales of fear and hope . in each passing cloud
with eyes on the road . we see what’s ahead, but miss . everything else
sometimes a tunnel . isn’t, and what’s at the end . is just open space
every moment . provides opportunities . to be curious
in every choice . there is a decision point . that’s easy to miss
some of us adapt . others adjust to survive . but never fit in
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