Seasons pass
in the flow of changing.
Days drift
that cannot be contained
or held down
like music floating in the wind.
This ephemeral life
that we want to understand
want to catch like butterflies
tame like lambs
love like it will love us back the same.
But the horizon
can never be reached
no matter how far we travel.
Here we are
dropped in the middle of the mystery
and there are things
we simply will never know.
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