Sunday, June 5, 2011

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The dawn creeps out of darkness
Like a predator stalking its prey
The luminous eye lays out our paths
Eliminating the unknown and grey

The shadowed woods now show trails
We see now what choices lay ahead
We’re unsure which of these choices to take
“Should we go this way or the other instead?”

Together we walk through the trees
Turning whichever way seems best
We don’t know which destination
We’re choosing over the rest

We’re approaching a new split in the road
Our biased minds stay firm
There is no longer “We”
You chose the other turn

If these paths come back together
Then I will know it was true
Apollo was never guiding me
It was always you

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