the places to go are infinite; but you first must step through the door
where the trail divides we can each go our own way or travel as one
this moment we’re in where we are sharing this thought has already gone
where the tracks curve south the choice is already made follow to the end
with his mute command plastic boy reminds us to enjoy the journey
drifting the currents there’s no need to overcome just live the journey
we need to step back and revisit yesterday to get somewhere new
carried by the wind dormant in the soil for months until the rains came
keep moving forward if you stop to wait it out it’s tough to restart
some grow straight and true others search along the way and build character
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