a fleeting moment has just passed, we have now moved on to the next one
there are monumentswe build for our memorieswe have forgotten
some are obvious others are ubiquitous life is full of lines
a societybuilds symbols to represent its truest values
easy decisions we can make without thinking not so, the tough ones
i came to the forkin the road, which led me tothe spoon in the grass
in the distant fogfamiliar ideaslose their clarity
a weathered back door has better stories to tell than the polished front
every morningis different, even thoughwe treat them the same
we try to make sense of our world, but keep getting lousy instructions
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