our lives are open . to being the best or worst . we get to decide
with the blinds open . we see what the day will bring . and feel the sunrise
the gate is open . to the world outside, to leave . or to be let in
around the corner . surprises wait to be found . if we are open
from the wind and snow . a shelter presents itself . without opinion
even as times change we want that which has been true to always be true
to stop and ponder an amazing thing, wonder where life is alive
in a new notebook the first blank page is open to what’s possible
the flower opens when it is ready, and not a minute before
when the boards come down people will wrongly assume it’s back to normal
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