We all have a path

But it isn’t a plan

It comes and it goes

Fading from sight

When we forget who we are


Lost in the woods

We can’t see the dream

The vision gets clouded

The body gets tired

Words can confuse

We forget we can see


The path is still there

Our feet know the way

Don’t worry so much

Stay steady and know

This journey takes time


Just when you stumble

Or after you fall

The moonlight will shine

Through densest of brush

It will make sense at last

You’ll know where to go





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