The Path

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Gentle tapping of my feet

(tttttttt…tttttttt…tttttttt)

~

makes a music

the clairvoyant would never hear

~

or see…

~

This path I walk

holds secrets

my own making

~

The secret of not knowing

what turn I am taking

~

The plan

~

lost

~

 burnt out papers

set fire to months ago

in a field of purple snow

~

Forgotten dreams

 set to linger

~

Tomorrow’s ghost…

~

A constant burglar

always taking

never leaving

~

(Never mind…)

~

Now I walk

a path where Pirates cannot dwell

~

Spinning compass

course unknown

and yet…

~

 …watch me sail

 

 

 

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