time bends in small ways as if we each have our own event horizon
in the calm surface we see our world reflected and not the surface
each storm is unique but for one small exception they all blow over
unless we erase the blackboard from time to time nothing will be clear
there are things i know i will never understand and that is okay
it was a loud crash the tree fell in the forest but nobody heard
a crack in a door can be easily ignored if the door is locked
when you thought about today, yesterday, is this what you imagined
in the artist’s mind order helps put the chaos into perspective
the signs are there, but do they predict the future or echo the past
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