where the cleared path ends . we usually decide . not to make our own
life begins to slow . the senses become focused . as the snowfall builds
time that has gone by . is a page that has been torn . from the calendar
when walking alone . it is easy to forget . you are not alone
behind the chaos . there has to be an order . to how all things work
a small opening . a gap in the winter storm . is all the sun needs
rules are created . oftentimes in answer to . imagined problems
the walls that we build . work well, keeping others out . and locking us in
there is no such thing . as a boring task, only . how it is perceived
there are some mornings . when just opening the blinds . is all that’s required
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