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Out of darkness comes enlightenment.

Could this be true? What of the moment when everything’s new?

Is there really a start or an ending? I see the light for which my heart is mending.

Finding the path in the woods means knowing the way –

are you listening?

No, you’re reading. What becomes of the person who knows…he only finds fields of pain. Longing for acceptance what is left to gain.

I find myself dreaming of what will come only to find that everything is done?