There is no disappointment
In stepping forward
The challenge of refreshing thought
I came here to rediscover myself
Empty the luggage I long carried
For apparently all the wrong reasons
And absolutely without any true need
I planted seeds under a Sunday sky
Hands dirtied by the useful chore
And thought out loud,
No more, no more...
The clouds to offend my days
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