we follow the tracks because it’s the safe route to our destination
how hungry were they the first people to gather foods now commonplace
the distance traveled in one’s imagination cannot be measured
sometimes the message is understood; even if it’s written poorly
as the flowers fade the industrial buildings pay no attention
warnings from the past might be relevant today if we would listen
we each have a gate that we can close or open to let in others
in order to help we must let go of the thought: what’s in it for me
we guess the future and compare it to the past to define today
as life passes through a shadow is created never repeated
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