only in the noise . of daily life is silence . seen as deafening
remnants left behind . often give us more questions . than they do answers
as an outsider . places have their own meaning . than for the locals
nothing will repeat . even though it seems that way . something’s different
even when spelled out . the teenager in our brains . laughs at the dangers
cross every bridge . they were built for a reason . for discovery
the shortest distance . a person can travel is . rarely a straight line
with a heavy chain . and padlock, the parking lot . can be made secure
too many warnings . become noise that gets tuned out . instead of heeded
leaving the comfort . of yesterday’s memories . isn’t optional
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