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New Path
I am growing fragile to suggestions and opinions.
Sure the new path to walk is obvious.
Surrounded by clarety and new light.
And yet my eyes keep looking at the other.
More welcoming at first sight.
Though not so clear where that wooded path might lead.
"Heartache and pain," the outsiders would plead.
My curious mind is beating through my skull.
And somehow in that rattling state I remember,
Just where I was last December.
On that intriguing wooded hike,
Down the path to lead me right back here.
That's when I stopped to take suggestions.
Captured opinions through their tone.
And as I walked away quietly,
That obvious path had took me home.
