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How did I get here
Many questions
But the answers
Are never clear
Asking one by one
Tapped out
As the light goes out
The lantern burns slowly
With little light left
The answers still show me
I’m not the one in control
Below me
Source is there
Still showing me
You’re never without knowing
Only going on these tangents
Still shows you
In a roundabout way
You’re still growing
Even slowly
Life moves at your pace
To fill you with grace
An everlasting embrace
About the Creator
Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
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