A blank canvas full of potential,
The sun rises refreshing my mental.
A gentle wind blows in clouds suggesting direction,
Following heart the dimensions expansion.
Visualization of what is to be,
Formulation of a plan disguised as a seed.
We will surely be tested as we stray from the norm,
Let us not follow the masses whilst we brave the storm.
Blue skies show face as tides turn round,
Near the beginning again where hope lays drowned.
Devoid of meaning we apply it with love,
Filling the gaps in existence eyes flutter above.
On our way to fulfillment we carve the stone,
What once was ridged has become more like home.
Completion is upon us,
Should we celebrate or cry.
For it all begins again,
And not one of us knows why.
Lofty ideas gives direction to sails,
The soul spins round in pursuit of its tail.
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