My mind's eye, engulfed, as a crystal ball to plunge in, head first, and watching, This third person view, detached but so very connected is my home here, where I only vaguely exist, a shadow, only watching, only seeing:
Running, wandering pointedly, looking, searching,
Through the woods, the dark underbrush, a sky blocked from view,
Vines threaten, twist, eager,
This quest, you will conquer, as you unfailingly conquer all,
Then let that sweet voice of comfort lead you here,
There will be rest.
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