On a road somewhere between
inner spaces and the wide open kind
I grind to a halt under
the weight of an uphill mind
the waxing moon
is still pretty fat
but offers no clues
as to where I’m at

Been lost many times
so I’m not too worried,
it usually works out
if you try not to hurry.
Why rush, after all,
to destinations unknown?
There are things in the darkness
I must need to be shown.
How else to explain
why we’re even here,
in search of a Light
to make it all clear.


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