a moment before they were invisible; same a moment later
barriers we build are vulnerable to what we don’t understand
there are mornings with a soft, gentle rain when i could walk forever
what we can’t control we can anticipate and make allowance for
some days are perfect for setting aside worries and cleansing our souls
a distant rumble stirs the imagination is it a real threat?
we try to hang on but change happens regardless of our intentions
beauty is only revealed when we are open and vulnerable
we tend to look at those who are not wanted as less than beautiful
the bee only knows what he is supposed to do we should respect that
uptown jack 