even when covered in snow, a bench can’t pretend to not be a bench
wherever we go . we will end up where we are . no matter the path
for all its armor an oyster is quite tiny insignificant
we cannot focus . on happiness, when we see . only the problems
problems are not solved . hiding behind closed doors . we have to face them
the world that we build . locks us into strange patterns . that become normal
we take for granted the basics that are required to sustain our lives
all that we can see is in delicate balance between then and now
waking each morning is an opportunity to start each day fresh
uptown jack 