Seasons appear as they always have

Not much changes from one time to another

People come and go but the majority stay

Stay in their patterns

Stay in their routine

The gift to see everything as new

To be surprised by events that already happened in the past

Is a survival instinct to them

To have the illusion life is progressing

While standing still is a blessing

To know the truth could drive people insane

So as I look at those lucky people I smile

Make the resolutions

Make the plans

Make the dreams

Then collaspe and start again as though it was never done before


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