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Jan 2023
It's difficult to sift through indiscernible glyphs
Written in stone
Embedded deep within the soul
Where hidden hints and fleeting clues
Remain ever elusive
Yet my pursuit continues
Noble effort, yet futilely useless
Beckoning serious inquisition
Bearing the ever-present question,
Why do I do this?
It seems so foolish
Letting this cycle take me for a ride
Around and around in infinite circles
Presenting no evidence of an incoming incline,
No mountain on the horizon to climb
To rise higher and ascend the spiral
I can still see it in my dreams sometimes,
Brief flashes in my mind
A quick glimpse into a new potential future
An ultimate paradise.
Perfect and pure
The height of where my soul should reside
Unfortunately, it still remains a mere dream,
An oh so distant fantasy,
Yet a reality not impossible to manifest
When in the darkest depths of confusion,
Retain lucidity
See through the illusion
Within that void lies a new solution
So beautiful and true
And ready to be used
Written by
Eric Whitlow  31/M/Texas
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