Taking the Path to a place unknown,
nudging me far from home.
Too many turns into new,
forgetting friends too few.
A railing to guide in the dark,
clearly working out direction.
Hearing sounds of the journey alone,
wondering with blurry sight.
Wishing the path would end in light.
-SWB
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