A gentle breeze sweeps over
Carrying leaves of change, coloured by season
Brushing dirt carpets as I walk through
I could tell you where I'm going
maybe

As arches of brown and green give way to sunlight
Creating spotlights where my feet may never land
Moving backward as our solar-sphere dives into horizons
Highlighting where I once was
I could tell you where I am
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