sometimes the oddballs are really the prophets who show us the future
everything closed has the means to be opened if we find the key
when cultures collide the best reaction i’ve found: enjoy the flavors
time pulls us forward anything we want to keep we must drag behind
when the steam rises from the next pot of coffee morning can begin
one can’t understand without looking at something in another way
if i had a thought while staring out the window it drifted away
be true to yourself that is difficult to do amidst all the noise
whether we stand in color within, read between lines control our lives
sometimes when we’re lost it’s only that we are out of our element
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