old poem i found in drafts
we've forgotten where we came from, and where we're going to,
and taken things easier than they were ever meant to be.
born into a vastness we dont have a clue,
open your heart and your eyes will see.
every breath breathed is another chance-
a beautiful unrecognised grace,
turning back to the path enhanced
love's warm and welcome embrace.
so eyes heart and universe in tune,
what then, our soft gaze lost in perfection?
if the path taken is out of gloom.
then you're going in the right direction.
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