it’s where our paths meet that matters; in that moment we’re on common ground
there are some mornings when the view from the window serves as a warning
what is here today could be just a memory this time tomorrow
there are some of us who will only clear the side of the bench they use
if we see the signs we will be better prepared when things start to change
the odd leftovers at the bottom of the bowl have the most flavor
there’s always the threat of drawing more attention when you don’t fit in
the border between any two things is never a perfect straight line
maybe it’s a cry for help – life is moving too quickly – please slow down
a fantasy world is almost a requirement living in these times
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