to be curious sometimes means being open when others are not
use it, abuse it don’t let it got to your head absolute corrupts
our lives are a gift that someday we return when our bones are picked clean
the fence is enough but there’s a fence and a sign makes me want to try
structures built to help reach the destination and ignore the journey
an instant captured slows time, but only briefly still, we keep reaching
hidden in plain sight there are secret messages we choose to ignore
sometimes instructions are posted in public, but aren’t meant for us
it’s for your safety he’s a cautionary tale he’s ubiquitous
in our daily lives the greatest pleasures come from adding small comforts
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