probably because i’ve been asleep, but morning comes as a surprise
our home is the place where we store the life that makes our lives worth living
against a background that is constantly changing we try to stand still
always remember: shadows are not possible unless there is light
when you stop and watch there is always a parade on a street nearby
the snow doesn’t care that we put up barriers snow does what snow does
even though we know because we’ve been warned, it still can be a surprise
the faster we move the more time it takes to stop and enjoy the now
it doesn’t take much to leave your mark, unless you want to make it last
when we ask, what if… we give ourselves permission to see the future
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