a delicate shell . was once all the protection . its builder needed
a lighthouse stands watch . like a guiding principle . to show us the way
paying attention . we can see the warning signs . something is coming
shifting loyalties . leave behind the abandoned . castles on a hill
the hidden layers . in every reflection . change with each visit
behind a glass wall . we only see distortions . of reality
where the cleared path ends . we usually decide . not to make our own
a small opening . a gap in the winter storm . is all the sun needs
someone decided . and the rest of us agreed . to live in a box
when there isn’t space . to make a full-size snowman . a small one will do
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