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(RAW TEXT VERSION FOR CUT/PASTE) Steps along the path
Yet these eyes focusing in reply are ones I don't fully know;
The face in the water is penetrating, hardened, and strong;
Are there any explanations why a stranger knows my place?
I'm struck by its portrait, parts wisdom and knowledge and faith;
This face, carved by life and time: is it really the same one that empowered me to sit at the table of youthful delights?
Did it once beam questions into the worlds of unknown, while I later sat back aghast as the answers returned?
I pause in deep wonderment: when will the next pivotal days dawn?
Are they mixing now into formal structures, ready to inject me with an insatiable serum?
Or does wisdom restrict the effects, keeping oxygen from the dying flame of youth?
These thoughts cast their shadows on my soul as the water trickles past;
Strangely, though, I sense familiar sounds faintly thumping the distant ground - yet it is only my heart that can hear;
My mind reacts in multiple forms of chaos, blanketing my advertised attributes and capacities;
They have caught me unaware and captured my attentions with an unyielding force;
I do recall them vaguely from the enchanting past, bringing colors to paint the spectrums of infinite love and passion;
As the thunders echo grows stronger in my chest, I start to walk along the rivers edge;
And slowly take the first steps down the path of my newfound boundless devotions. | |
