There is no reason to be in this place
but Reality.
I have often wondered what will kill me first,
my fate or my sanity.
For there are no two roads with one better,
just choices
and apologies
and a lost love back home.
my wanderings seemed aimless,
I could find the truth
at no temple
and at no dome.
So Here now,
barefoot on the moist clay
barefoot on the moist clay
watching the autumn leaves fall again,
it reminds me of a cycle of letting go and starting anew
And i smile,
For I found the truth,
when i stopped looking for it .
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