A ghostly trail brighter than the sun
As I walked I couldn't remember how it begun
When I pondered the start of it all
Or what in fact I did last recall
The light was bright and glaring strong
I was compelled to continue along
As I went further forward there was a feeling
Of inner contentment with no earthly dealing
But then the light diminished some
And I woke up at where it had all begun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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