In the middle of the journey,
could someone had walked with me
but not walk for me
I found myself astray in the dark
directions blurred
visions fogged
where the straight road had been lost sight of
The journey between
what you once were, and
who you are now becoming, is
where the dance of life takes place
A dance not paired, but
eventually there could where the journey ends
© ar•te•nus\
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