oftentimes what’s seen . needs to be revisited . to be understood
information helps . but there’s a point when too much . is condescending
on a dead end road . is a posted reminder . it goes no farther
an unseen system . operating quietly . will still leave some clues
a different day brings the same results, only because we let it
a moment ago . has become a memory . for nobody else
every footstep in life, brings the potential to stop and capture
where two paths diverge we can remember one path travelled together
the lines drawn by man can only constrain that which wants to be contained
what might be kindness . can be read as suspicious . when anonymous