as life closes in even the span of a bridge becomes a tunnel
where the tracks curve south the choice is already made follow to the end
the heavens beckon we build stairways to climb there but always fall short
a subtle motion sets off a chain of events and we all react
when we decide to accept what we cannot change agree and move on
life sometimes gives you one of those things that is not meant to be opened
flower to flower the bee attacks and he takes only what he needs
lean against this post and try to ignore the lock as the world rolls by
rusting in the yard not roaming the open road purpose unfulfilled
tidy and ordered it’s a politeness that is socially enforced
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