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Jan 2021
Destiny is a funny little thing
But I can't seem to find it
Where is it? Is there a map?
Should I follow the stars?

The stars aren't always right
Constantly changing locations
But the dirt under my feet is always true
It keeps me grounded

The Earth is always there for me
It is my refuge
Even if I do not know where to go
My feet will always know the place called home

What do the stars know of this?
They live so far removed
In a void with no air
Suffocating themselves to doom

I will follow my feet
They know the way to go
Where ever my destiny is
They will surely know 🌍🌏🌎
Sap
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