the letters are dwarfed by the view, no step they say they’re not meant for me
to go with the flow is to give yourself over to those in control
between here and there we face the same things but see them differently
we tend to forget that the future is shorter than we would hope for
we always do more to impress our visitors than our families
what many forget: someone else’s hard work makes their lives easier
in my subconscious ideas are formed that i cannot remember
we reach for the sky expecting an easy path that’s not how it works
fear is a weapon we are handed so we will use it on ourselves
off in the distance memory begins to fade and we soon forget
uptown jack 