to seek clarity . in the fog, misses the point . the fog tries to teach
if not confronted . what we fear does not exist . it just grows bigger
time is not wasted . doing nothing, on the days . with nothing to do
things seem to repeat . but with slight differences . that go unnoticed
as if by magic . the afternoon commuter . will have a clear road
where lines intersect . a position is taken . understood or not
in the opening . there is hope, expectation . it is wonderful
something may be true . but seem false, if it doesn’t . meet expectations
no good lemonade . can be made, when life hands you . a rotten lemon
after the snowfall . driving a narrow alley . means driving in ruts
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