I walk this path
trode by thousands
the light
sometimes guiding
sometimes blinding
Me who’s walked
a thousand
miles searching, seeking
yearning
crying, laughing
healing
seeing life turning
Come walk this path
with me
discovering, learning
let’s follow the light
returning
to what matters most
true life’s meaning
promising, lurking.
Why lurk when you can live.
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That’s the intended provocation of this poem, thank you 😊
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