we reach for the sky expecting an easy path that’s not how it works
fear is a weapon we are handed so we will use it on ourselves
off in the distance memory begins to fade and we soon forget
to live in the now we must stop moving and watch the world keep turning
real or imagined it’s our decision how we deal with the monsters
until one can clear one’s own vision, you cannot clearly see the world
we cannot create our own stories when we are only watching theirs
in a perfect world we wouldn’t need signs that say hey, pay attention
build a barrier and others will respond by building one as well
it would seem the world is run by those who have lost their sense of wonder
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