Great confusion is needed,
To be conscious of
the space in-between,
To pierce the coarse shell of brightness,
And face the sobbing darkness within,
With so many safe harbours behind,
Exciting as they may have seemed at that time,
All is worthless in the sky of existence,
For the being is beyond words,
It craves quietude of the soul,
Like soft feet padding on the grass of childhood,
Not afraid of the shadows or the wrong turns they took…
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