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June 28, 2014
and now, for now, all exits blocked from view:
Yet forward goes the one who dared to look,
for maybe always lying in the subconscious,
was that something else, others had mistook,
to mean the opposite of what was apparent;
a fool indeed who thinks his friends are foes.
The end and yet another new beginning;
foundations laid, where plainly nothing shows.
And all the time when searching, never ending;
when finally one settles in deep repose.
It’s then, relaxed and accepting of the future,
one sees that life, with joy, just overflows.
And tomorrow’s dreams are merely crutches,
to aid the walk ahead, too steep to bear.
And that the facts already laid before them,
were obvious, to one who dared to stare.
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