we are all lost within ourselves so we search and hope to find out the truth but it's so much easier said than done and we're all climbing trees that have branches that break and looking for roads we can take to get somewhere before someone else gets wherever
we're going we're tarnished and wounding and shallow like shadows but trustful and caring and furnished like mansions but fearful and helpless and clumsy like children but daring and hopeful
we take another breath and with this breath we start to understand that no one plants a sign along the roads we take maybe the truth lies deep within the search itself maybe our balisage is the choices we make.
