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Through a fantasy, I lived with doubts,
As a man whose life was evolving round
The darkness of the tremors falling down.
Of places I have been, I am perplexed
At feelings of sublime sense of mystery.
I understand only the shifting history
Of unremembered promises now broken.
While thinking in my meandering fashion,
I realized the weight of emotion rationed.
And this was the manner I had lived,
Which now I must confess must stop.
If not, one wonders if the soul will drop
Into a place where nothing will grow?
But what is growth if it is lost in doubt?
Better to stay put than to slither about
The pleasure strewn floor of soft passing.
Until I am sure of which is good direction,
Perhaps I must attach myself to mystery.
And with courage acknowledge my me.
This landscape of belief is overwhelming!
I am beset with amazement at it all!
For now I must influence the call
Of affection which should restore me.
Never surrender to vain belief in power,
As it is quietly false in all its charm.
And in this hope I must not alarm
The growing sense of vain defeat.