as the garden sleeps one non-conformist awakes to make a last stand
something we look for but only we can provide it begins within
we cheer his success from shore, if he lands his catch he’s content to float
the changing seasons are a constant; also the only change we get
it’s a path well worn where we get lost in our thoughts not seeing what’s here
we can see only the portion of existence that we can handle
you can’t hold freedom in the palm of your hand, it’s only in your mind
the invitation may seem warm and welcoming proceed with caution
what we see today is not an old yesterday it is something new
only by stripping away accumulations do we see the truth
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