high goes the low
standing in its way,
low goes the high
too late to comply,
paths become the journey
journeys are destiny
without the need to
surrender the faith, it is
no one in particular...
blue sky lives on the
other side unnoticed,
in disarray - we become
the journey we were here
to take - one direction,
either it takes us there
or it does not... we need
to follow anyway...
trees block the evil from
our interviews - we see casually
in that one direction, not
knowing truth or the lie...
we go there anyway today.
April 22, 2025
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