In a maze of stumble and confusion with a clear pointed goal,
a compass, gold, pointing me towards the future.
get over the past it says,
a hand was reaching towards me guiding me out of
barren transformations,
stumbling and bumbling towards a future
You – a light drifting upon black waters
You - a sign like a cherry blossom floating on dark waters
and so the door opens and I walk, walk.
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