the daydreaming mind
what a dangerous thing
bringing us to tangents and forks
in the already twisted roads
forced to a decision:
good or bad
chosen is the one
that points to fulfillment
all the while
its curves get sharp and wide
"dreadful, dreadful" we say
"how did i mistake this?" we ask
lonely and unaccompanied we began
and as lonely and unaccompanied
we begin to leave
the road seems longer than taken
but the distance feels lighter
we know only that the trek must be made
soles rubbed thin
souls feeling the last drip of water
we arrive
moonlit shadows fading
contradicting air we begin to breath
the new soul begins to gasp
spared we feel
lonely and unaccompanied we began
wholly filled and guided we remain
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