do the flowers see last year’s berries and wonder, is this my future?
we only tend to notice the transition when it is dramatic
for new life to grow we must first learn to let go of the life that was
washed by a spring rain the street becomes a canvas painted by the lights
we find happiness when we enjoy the moment we are in right now
the shift is subtle one grey cloud goes unnoticed but we have been warned
we make a statement even when we’re not trying through our expressions
something majestic is no match for our wish to get to someplace else
the least impressive part of a structure can be the most important
the next thing happens whether we’re ready or not yet we still fight it
uptown jack 