Pebbles dancing,glistening sticky wet.
I walk through the cobwebs of confusion,
where am I,a question that always defeats me
And then I stand hands outstretched on the the misty mountain
exultant forces ripping out of my inner soul
I see the dark endless void
but also the shimmering light that pierces my ocean
Green leaves freshly washed sparkling bright
dark earth in mounds of dead souls
roads that lead on and on and on
yet they leave me full of hope
as i churn the new hopes and fears in my mind
as i think of what foes that i may face
as i push the devils down my throat
there is a wild dervish motion
Am i living or am dead
or it is just the pangs of
getting ready to be born
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