a vast, open space can bring peace unless that space is on the inside
there are those days when inspiration doesn’t come but we plow ahead
to protect something, where you keep it is just as important as how
we often lose sight of the power of silence amid today’s noise
the access we have still doesn’t seem to keep us from poor decisions
some things lend themselves to giving us direction without us knowing
the bright orange sky cracked with lightning and thunder let the day begin
it’s the thankless jobs that we think about the least that we need the most
in the dark stillness as the heat of the day leaves one bell won’t do it
a hard-worn surface tells the story of life, yet we paint it over
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