perception the plaything of gods and men,
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how is it we are back here again?
to stand and wait for Those Who Must Come.
eyes open, unseeing, confidant,dumb.
A path is wrought by the traveler's heart.
perception twists our glorious start.
and we are here again to see,
the journey's not far..it's only me.
and back at the start you see some day.
though it never will finish, to be on the way,
means to see that to lose one's direction and drive.
is all just a process, are you truly alive....
to simply stand still, one can hear what is lost,
on the paths we travel there is always a cost.
and to feel astray is a natural thing.
we must always reorient the way we are going.....