we keep on moving without destination, with belief our compass
a statement cannot become a fact if it can’t fit in the context
we often hold on to beliefs that are really just superstitions
when we mistake a bridge for a barrier, it’s not the bridge’s fault
it is comforting to think we are watched over protected from harm
something we look for but only we can provide it begins within
we probably know but choose to ignore the fact that we can’t get there
when something is gone we still believe it exists since the tracks don’t meet
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