we question the passes.

to be fair, you've never had your traveled feet in my trendy shoes

and i have not in yours

but when the glass cracks, and the water breaks, the

pressure is off

wheels stop turning

they spin on their own accord, madly

until the world freezes

who drew the line?

canyons spread apart slowly with time

waters carving out their ways at a malicious pace, slow but steady {wins the race}

i wait in its stones, underneath its rushing passes

aware of the storm

i became simple

because i let myself discover why

while you search i will wait with the waters

simple and cut

minimized to an issue