everything lost can be found again; under the right conditions
once you figure out what is important, you know what to focus on
we may not notice the pressure building, but we do feel its effects
stop for a moment find a comfortable place and take it all in
lines crisscross our lives some of them are permanent others fade away
the help that we need might not be available when we do need it
the mythology fades into stories, leaving icons of the passed
we forget the past at our peril, but still worse is to live in it
there’s a muted glow that makes the city distant yet somehow closer
the plastic monkey tail curled for easy hanging screeches in silence
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