there’s always the dust when something is created someone needs to clean
unless they’re replaced the small pieces we give up will leave us useless
how we pass our time is the one way to measure what is important
the walk is kept clear so we can get from place to place with no thought of rest
sometimes it’s our choice is something meant to be shared or to be taken?
there is a quiet that only winter can bring let’s not ignore it
when something we know is taken out of context do we ignore it?
there are some symbols that last; yet others will fade and lose their meaning
our eye gets drawn to the order of the straight line but it feels empty
when we choose a path what we come across can say a lot about us
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