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Sep 2012
I stumble through my days
planning
deciding
reacting
guiding
leading....

I stumble through my nights
thinking
hoping
dreaming
fantasizing
remembering...

Where­ are my feet
underneath me?

Why do they no longer
provide me balance?

I want to walk a straight path.
A righteous path.
A committed path.

But I just keep stumbling
over you.
Written by
Dazed and Confused
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