what we choose to bring with us into the future should be beautiful
on a cold morning talk of the weather is a hot button issue
there is a challenge in separating what’s said from who’s saying it
sometimes, tucked away in plain sight are memories we had forgotten
the path i follow isn’t the same direction as the tracks were laid
even subtle change can seem sudden when it comes unexpectedly
even the smallest things can make an impression that lasts a lifetime
one drop of water is a distraction, thousands can change how we see
with each new season we see the passage of time in living color
as we play the game hoping for a treat, someone is planning a trick