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A youthful man who lingers around old thoughts,

And yet Peter refuses to acknowledge such an “absurd conspiracy”.

He huffs and puffs as he gasps in fruitless hope to find that sweet memory

Not knowing where he was; not knowing what he wants to be,

He endures the pursuit of his wandering identity.

Funny how he swings his legs to the beat of the song as he clambers along.

Forcing a destination to his clambering before the sound of the gong.

Peter struggles with the inevitable, as he postpones his life’s decree.

Not knowing where he was; not knowing what he wants to be,

He endures the pursuit of his wandering identity.

A blast from the past is a ‘poof’ of disappointment for Peter

And an image of the future lacks shape and colour.

But today Peter assembles the blank canvas as he ponders his thoughts before they flee.

With a strengthened grip on the brush, he lashes at the fabric in a desperate plea.

Not knowing where he was; not knowing what he wants to be,

He endures the pursuit of his wandering identity.

A masterpiece! Such textures developed from the hand of a novice, at most.

Such work is worthy of one to boast.

But Peter, content, acknowledges the guidance to his blind thoughts

The same guide appreciates that Peter has always been free.

But now he knows where he was and he is what he wants to be,

He endured the pursuit, he unearthed his identity.