the rose in the trash tells us all we need to know about one romance
through the black of night dreams wander, leaving footprints i cannot follow
it doesn’t matter what we think we saw, only what was really there
there is a question in every mystery with just one answer
things, when discarded tell the story of ourselves and what we value
we know what it was so assume that’s what it is and always will be
if i am worried about tomorrow, i’m not living for today
not every path is obvious, but sometimes we can see the signs
it’s simplicity that we want to complicate rather than accept
off in the distance we imagine better things that exist right here
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