it has been a million miles to here
and yet the walk is nowhere near
it's half way mark...
questions stagger-stumblingly to be answered
to find that silence is the answer sought
the trial began as u refused to look
and ended without just cause
yet the path you walked in circles in
stammering like a drunkard
to be found
swimming in the pool of insanity
as the realm of possibilty reared
it's head in your reality...
you found the lessons learnt meaning less and less
but relevant in some circle centres
almost ambilical and screaming to
be cut...
you breathed
that this reality is alterable
if the seeker dares to just believe
so that dream can be...
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