something might happen and with any luck it will where i can see it
markers have been set to show us the past, the path that others once lived
only in stillness can we find the conditions for true reflection
the flower opens when it is ready, and not a minute before
sitting still, watching we notice time is passing and let it slide by
the storm cloud has passed but we still check the forecast before heading out
we can post warnings but in the end, each person behaves how we’re trained
the hand of nature over time makes all things rough around the edges
the words that we use can lose all meaning when we’re trying to be cute
off in the distance the future waits – but doesn’t give up its secrets
uptown jack 