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Lost
Where do you go when you've forgotten the paths you paved years before? When The cement streets crack and crumble to gravel then dust then nothing but sand beneath your miss led feet. When the rain rolls roads wrong ways, do you follow the trails of the wet dirt? Maybe this muddy march is fate. Maybe this is nothing and nonsense. Maybe you're becoming nothing but lost. Maybe you're as lost as you allow yourself to be within yourself. Maybe lost is nothing but a discomfort, a snare in the delicate afghan of your life plans. Maybe you can't weave and sew against an already set destination and prophecy. So tell me where do you go when the gods craft you a new and unforeseen road.
Published 22nd Jan 2015
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22nd Jan 2015 5:42pm
That's an interesting question at the end. I'd say one learns to adapt. Fatalism might help, but that implies dropping responsibility. Saying it's "nothing and nonsense" might help in not taking a temporary loss in bearings too seriously. Fine work, Miranda. I suspect you'll find your way if you haven't already.
