thirdeyeview

The prophet said I should move on
That my time in this place is done
My destiny lay elsewhere.
I said, "I welcome change but,
There's too much history in my way
And my roots are dug in deep."

But just as the past refuses to
Let me go, to let me advance
Toward my future, a force is
Pulling me, drawing me
Toward what should be.

Visions? or mere dreams?
A tangled web of images.
I try to understand this
Enigma I'm creating.
Clues lead me on from one
Place to the next
Guiding me along
On the Mystery of My Life.

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