how much of my life is contained inside boxes i don’t even see?
without the context we can only imagine based on biases
we only feel small when we actively ignore our need for wonder
if the alarm sounds before the emergency we can’t ignore it
what used to be done with careful planning is now done without a thought
a chill in the air a relaxed attitude, or an icy response?
we cannot find peace until we can find the words we all understand
sometimes i stare at something for so long that i no longer see it
sometimes it seems like we are all just traveling in one direction
i’m sure the story is just what you would expect but, just imagine…
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