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The Big Picture
Out my window I watch, the snow falls down
It’s beauty is erratic it has no chosen course
It goes where it likes, is it part of the cycle?
Do snow flakes come knowing they will be stepped on
Tossed around, scrapped off roads, only to stay a short while
Though if you think about it, lots of our choices in life
Lead us that way, we are stepped on, tossed around
Sometimes only meant to be around a short while
They do say people may just come into our lives for a season
It doesn’t seem fair that it should only last a short while
How much it hurts to know that those feelings last forever
Why is that the case if they are just around for the season
Every experience changes who we are
Just as every snowflake changes what the earth looks like
They just have to accumulate to be noticed.
So why is it that we notice those important feelings
Only after they’ve accumulated so much we can’t deal
Then it’s like trying to shovel through piles of snow
To decipher what it is you are truly thinking
Why is it always too late when one figures it out
The snow is all puddles when one finally starts to enjoy
Is it coincidence that ones brain feels the same way.
I feel like I’m wading around unsure where to go
Not always appreciating what’s inside and the beauty that is present
Why is it so hard to trust that little change
And appreciate the beauty that is around.
After all it is only one of those fleeting moments in the big picture.
