we rarely see it and will remember it wrong: the moment of change
we can’t understand the forest unless we can also see the trees
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
uptown jack 