This road
is ever
winding,
tangleing
my mind.
Like a snake
crawling,
leaving
behind a
trail of
tears.
Forever
traveling
the inner
circle,
searching
makng
decisions.
A needle
receiving
a thread.
In the end
tightly
knotted.
Holding
the
thread
securely.
Life, a
mystery
within A
mystery.
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