In my dreams I often cannot find my way
even though I know both the maps and the territories well.
Something always bends in an impossible way
as if life poses a labyrinth, unseeable but maneuvered through
all the same.
From my journey I know determination but also loss:
safety perhaps or the feeling that all will make sense some day.
I walk in riddles, on chessboards, along the edges
of shuffling cards.
Somehow people live (I don’t
know how) They do (Somehow
people live)
Love this one Michael! To dream, to walk, to live, and maybe find the answer at the end of the day.
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