Shay Mitchell (Idaho)
life draws a craazy outline,
lost beneath countless pen-marks.
ink stains the maps,
hiding useful detours.
X's never mark the spot,
instead they show the obvious mistakes.
paths cross slyly,
right after the missed signs.
the stars never help the decisions,
of the path hidden in the undiscovered.
seeing the walkway before you,
slows the adventure to a fading pace.
waves of lost souls,
erase the truth of the tattered trail.
your decisions etch their own way,
into the dangerous and unknown.
walk your own path,
and watch your puzzle unfold.
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