Freshly painted lines on the road
Empty trees
Open fields
Their fingers intertwined
Hidden doorways....
Dimly lit lamp post
Question's arise
Key's emerge
Why do so many wander aimlessly ?
With a pile of key's in their hand's
Are they waiting for some grand gesture before they move on.
Are they hoping for the song to change , the song that has been playing on repeat for years.
What you need is right at your finger tips.
Let Go .. and Hold on to What is Pure , Right & True
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