Saturday 3/11/2006 12:30:00 AM

There are chances. When these lives pause to conjugate. Twist that cap and that train barrels down a different track.

So much like the paths that still wind through. Dense foliage heavy with the weight of descending rain. It's only the past, but it seems so real.

The sky is allowed to cry. Heal parched landscapes.

Life wants to flood, but puddles are all it makes.

These stairs don't have enough steps.

These feet pretend to move me, But I can't forget where I am.

So much to remind me.

It's easy to be humble when nothing wants you. It's easy to find perspective in so much loneliness. There are no heroes here. No villains.

Just people.


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