our days beginning
our days end
lunchtime
and all the in-betweens
the things we should say
all the things we do
the secrets we keep only to ourselves
candles that stay lit for all the things we're hopeful for
the striving in our gut wishing we were better than we are
the days we keep silent
the days we tell
the countless dreaming before sleeping
the thousand rockets
firing in our brain for every thought wished to spell out clearly
the simplicity of a single word
enough for today
- is
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