Feeling the way through this maze of turmoil, taking every
twist and turn in this life of mistaken purposes.
Evenly taking short cuts whenever possible, still seeming
to go the long way around.
Keeping focused on many aspects that are needed to get past
every notion of misunderstanding.
Delving into pockets of another horizon, taking whatever is
left to remember the way back home.
Going straight down streets, leading often into the narrowest
lanes of difficulty.
Being surrounded by darkness of the night, letting it lead
me with the shadows of it's presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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