Life rejects the intuitive map
Unexpected turns, detours, construction
The scenery, pretty but foreign
Was I staring at my own destruction?
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Rivers run deep, yet creeks creep
Anxiety builds, awaiting time to arrive
The quiet invites deep, cold thoughts
When doubt and fear thrive
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In the neurons of my mind
The universe peeks through
Grabbing hold of memories
Of familiar things I knew
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The curtain opens to reveal
A solitary, naked journeyman
Stripped of my fashioned resume
Looking back, where it began
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Chances are, chances taken
The gathering gloom immerses
The only fool is a reflection
To the heavens I scream curses!
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In my heart you have a home
Safe from any coming threats
Uncertainty is not welcome here
Neither are leftover regrets
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