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Jesus' baby Aug 2024
Which path?
Oh, which path!

The roller coaster of intuitions,
Leaning on opinions.
The rising sun, mind racing-
Which path?
The rooster shouts,
Stumbling into reality.

My decisions are shaky.
Leaning on opinions-
Which path?

Which path?
Out of the writings of others,
I chose.

My heart beats with hesitation
My decision slaps me intensely.

Where are they?
I chose from their writings.

Soul awakening
I'm in it.
This is it.

The path
I chose from others-

This path!
Jesus' baby Aug 2024
Life gazes back, unblinking.
You whisper, “I can make it too.”

Connections unravel, delicate threads
“Blood is thicker,” they insist—  
But truth sours on the tongue,  
Lies, lies, lies.  

You stand alone, a solitary sentinel,
Your shield is self-awareness,  
The only armor that holds.  

No bond can bear the weight.
The clock ticks, each second a revelation.  
Time, the ultimate revealer,  
Shows you standing, solitary,  
No eyes to meet, no hands to grasp.  

It’s a facade, a fleeting feeling—  
Lies,  
And yet,  
It is the truth.  

No one proves worthy.
You have only yourself,  
Your own reflection to rely upon.  

Standing for yourself—this is all that remains.

— The End —