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Maybe One Day This crossroads would come, That, I had no doubt, A sign, rejecting sincerity, Opportunity, and a whole other route. Something comes with experience, Not just wisdom, but time. To build who we are, Heart, body, and mind. It felt both sharp and dull, through my soul, it penetrate. Without curiosity or inquiry, misdefined as a reprobate, Based in reaction, hardly with heart. A spear of exile cast, Oh what an art.. In the here and now, No one can deliver, All the arrows of knowledge, Found in one's mental quiver, Without knowing my target, My intent seems colder.. This steady aim was never at you, But those hiding over your shoulder.. A wildling like myself, Wants to be left alone, it's simple, Not to be forced by the hands, Of the ones who run the temple. We have every chance, to take a new kind of stand. Instead, I'm over here, Building castles in the sand. Time with you, almost didn't seem real. Discovering the ways, that you could make me feel. Life has given me the blessing, Of falling forward in direction, Left wishing for infinite moments, To explore our missed connections. Maybe one day. ~Yogi | |