Caught up in the great "I don't know, "
my mind refused to learn
Moving into the "Maybe so, "
my thoughts began to turn
Morphing through each "To and fro, "
the options marked my days
Spreading what was "Mine to sow"
—epiphany relayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2019)
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