there are paths
that we know
with our familiarity
we set off surefooted
toward our known destination
then as dusk settles in
we begin to doubt
to wonder
the markers and signposts
appear to have shifted
perhaps tampered with
and our assurance dwindles
replaced by confusion
unsettling in the fog
questions arise to which we believed
we already had the answers
and what was known becomes lost
along with
our selves
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
there are paths
that we know
with our familiarity
we set off surefooted
toward our known destination
then as dusk settles in
we begin to doubt
to wonder
the markers and signposts
appear to have shifted
perhaps tampered with
and our assurance dwindles
replaced by confusion
unsettling in the fog
questions arise to which we believed
we already had the answers
and what was known becomes lost
along with
our selves
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