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May 8
How did I get here?
The twisted paths can't be mapped
They are felt
Followed by intuition

The ground behind is beaten
Experience already gained
It's elegance appreciated
Terrain conquered

Scattered rays break through
Revealing a way forward
Highlighting life
Each route showcased in it's own beauty

Shrouded by leaves
Obstacles are obscured
Each trail it's own challenge
Eager to test wills

There are no wrong answers
The dim paths have their place
Lessons to be taught
Roots to embrace

Growth is inevitable
The towering trees once seeds
Nurtured by their surrounding
Encouraged to reach the sky

How I got here doesn't matter
I'm where I belong
Written by
Dylan
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