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The American Dream: Sun setting over Highway 101, California from GypsyTales

We pretend

Press erase and rewind

Recording the same scenario over

over and over again

just different faces, places and spaces

One more time

while we're falling behind

ignoring the cuts that are still open

we never take time to heal

Somehow in the midst of the games we play

we reach out 

we stumble, tumble and fall

while we crawl 

looking up this time

there's a hand reached out in front of us

And this time 

we take it

walking next to what was always there

just that we forgot to look up

filling our eyes with dirt instead

thinking there was nothing more (for us)

Taking it for granted 

it would be the same

making all the same mistakes

every time we pressed play

Whispers of this time.

our eyes see clearly now 

we rubbed away the dirt

maybe looking closer

there's more to discover

Maybe this time, 

if we don't look back

we won't be running

staying in the moment
Nothing will ever be the same.
An empty change yet to unfold