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It is an indescribable road

Not made of gravel or dirt and either

It winds to where it seems you see

What’s next and where you’ll be

Just then there are things unavoidable

Thieves waiting by the edge

Weather is shifting

Storms ahead

Its funny you might think

The way we have these alternate versions

of the same thing

We have our truth and what is documented by those watching our journey

Those walking alongside it

But also

We have ourselves

Viewing our road from off it

Strange the way we find things

Is by realizing what changes when they’re lost

Lucidity is knowing who we are

When we do

We are showing our true selves

We are seen then by the universe

By the souls who need us and we know what we need

We won’t struggle over what we once thought was such needed anguish before

We are more

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