when the lilacs bloom . filling the air with fragrance . the snow shovel’s done
dreams from a promise . always meet reality . to form the future
at the starting point . there is little guarantee . the path will make sense
capturing what was . as nostalgia, history . becomes fantasy
when something is new . it comes with an excitement . that fades over time
the river flows free . influenced by the constraints . built to contain it
a drop of water . passes, never to return . to the same river
make a decision . live with the consequences . the price of freedom
following the path . it is easy to pass by . obvious answers
all that can be done . is to put pieces in place . and hope for the best
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