in a planned landscape we are told what to look at and how to see it
the past is what’s left behind, as we move forward shedding history
i know it’s coming . but until i see pumpkins . it isn’t autumn
we are not the crow for us, the shortest distance meanders through time
prepare each morning to be amazed by one thing and it will happen
as the geese migrate with the seasons, together they work to succeed
the right conditions are required for a mushroom to take root and grow
when chasing the clouds it is good to be preparedto never catch one
we can touch the sky from the ground, because the sky is never ending
when drawn to a flame the moth risks everything to find out the truth
uptown jack 