take something mundane give it a decoration the night got brighter
one on another layers of broken rock are remade as a wall
helping someone else can open our eyes to things we’d otherwise miss
there is a comfort in the utility of familiar shapes
it’s easy to see in the events of today the doomsdays of old
nature plays a song that’s constantly changing key and time signature
what we are given doesn’t matter unless we also give it back
a moment captured creates the story that we choose to remember
a statement cannot become a fact if it can’t fit in the context
most of what we face is really our fears, not the manifestation
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