troubled by mem'ries,
recent and fresh, noticed too.
like baby cow dung.
amidst the action,
nothing is more beautiful.
start of the lovely.
glance to backward lands,
looking for duller grasses,
asking, were we right?
the cusp of our hearts
ignites many wonderings.
to be or.. maybe...
check ahead, check back,
which way to go? we puzzle,
is this where its right?
we hear many tales,
some become our own, some theirs,
are these all we sense?
we map it all out,
look where we've been, where to go
but who will take us?
its in our hands now,
unsure, and shaking. can we?
together, will we?
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