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
you can never win a staring contest with a dressed up garden gnome
taken at first glance we may think we know the truth chances are we don’t
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