the inner workings . are often a mystery . until it’s broken
what was once useful . is now discarded, without . knowing what it did
there may come a point . when something that was needed . can be left behind
reaching for the sky . the tree does not realize . it is in a box
some, here among us . have chosen difficult shoes . to walk a mile in
and we realize . the lock isn’t functional . it is symbolic
with patience and time . clarity arrives, leaving . ideas behind
a kind of magic . lives in each moment, waiting . to be discovered
when there’s only one . it’s hard to know if that’s all . or a beginning
with a sudden change . priorities are shifted . a new world awaits
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