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The Quest


 I walked a road well traveled
And stopped for quiet meditation
It was a silent spot beneath an elm
Where muses sang
And fates announce their next intentions

And where just beyond unseen reefs
My self-made phantoms stood
Like sirens singing in the wind
As if but set on trapping idle visions

It seemed it was a fay My childhood dreams had lost
That whispered in the breeze
To call my restless lamentations
Bewitching all my thoughts
To break and cast aside
The chain of all my traveled repetitions

My muse had made me master of my dreams thought lost
And the fates had given substance to a childhood vision
And called me to arise and walk
Where only dreams and faith and walking would
By walking
Make a path
Yet innocent of repetitions



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