not bothering to look behind
it's time the past must be left
because there's a journey still to find.
The road that I must travel
which presently I walk
changes as the wind doth blow
as waves crash amongst the rocks.
The minds' unconscious choices
deciding fates next steps
leading my endless wandering
along the path unkempt.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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