Steady rhythm in the walk
Pass by the same dusty roads
Stroll past all those fences breaking and rotting from the wind, snow, ice, rain
Stop at the corner
Look up to the sky
Blue skies that warmed you fight with the dark clouds the wind insists you need
Hindsight takes over
Remember broken dreams
Create your own future that holds you up and voids will be filled

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