we walk the same path as hundreds of times before each time, the first time
when something’s amiss . it is easily ignored . when it should be fixed
there’s a quiet voice . deep inside, that we can’t hear . unless we’re alone
a pattern becomes . a habit at the same time . we stop noticing
the walls that we build for our protection, become walls that box us in
even if it’s not we have conditioned ourselves to believe it’s true
just taking up space . is oftentimes just waiting . to become useful
change is a constant . but some things that need changing . seem to stay the same
wherever we go . we will end up where we are . no matter the path
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