The Distance
With uncertain measures taken
A nonsensical sensibility of sorts is reached.
Action because stagnation because comfort?
Hopes and dreams and certainties...
They glimmer in the distance.
But that still means they're distant.
Pretty words from pretty lips drip
from an inexperienced tongue
To fall upon inexperienced ears.
Shadows chasing smiles and vice versa.
A hand shake, a good day, a kind word
And a short message that says you care.
Breathing in and breathing out.
That's what it takes to take things day by day.
And with each breath and with each day
We begin to span the distance.
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