just because a rule once made sense, that doesn’t mean it still does today
what we call retro was once scifi fantasy to our ancestors
even in stillness you can find energy that inspires motion
down the dead end road an electric bunny glows under a full moon
imagine a world where the only season is a shaker of salt
you know who they are the ones who need a reason to not race through life
it might be time to finally pack the sweaters with fingers crossed
can’t be too careful world is a dangerous place am not paranoid
while the rank and file line up, the leaders feel free to wander astray
after the first rain of the season; it still feels cold enough to snow
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