barriers become, . over time, just a structure . we can climb over
in serenity . there is tension we don’t feel . until it’s broken
standing in between what was before and what’s next is where we are now
when one falls, others are there in support; or else the idea fails
temporary lines . drawn to mark the boundaries . will change tomorrow
when the wheels come off we have two choices: panic or enjoy the view
the loudest voices . seem to want us to believe . love is all but dead
stand in a moment and realize it’s changing right before your eyes
every season brings another oddity they want us to buy
one day it appears . then we forget, and never . know if it was real
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