we make plans in the future and it seems barricades and landslides fall in our path

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we work through them and eventually see see light at the end of the tunnel and the end is in sight….. we relax and drop our shoulders and just want to chill…..

but we are moving….. seated…..lying down….. moving ….. like water rushing over a damn…. We want to anchor and anticipate but it ain’t happening…

so we go from crawl to overdrive….. only occasionally to find a spot in the slow lane…

the stop and go of life…

oboe the hobo

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