Tip toeing down the road, silently thinking of tomorrow,
seeing it's visions coming to mind, mystical, mysterious
and touching me spiritually.
Filling my being with an incessant and pure spirituality
that keeps me focused on the ending of this life and the
way to attain it's conviction and beliefs.
Lived by all through this earthly life, humanity being
led unknowingly, yet confidently by each one's soul inter-
iorly.
Guiding, never wavering in it's purpose, keeping us whole
as long as we follow and trust instincts that are genuine,
interiorly and innately.
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