Once was I upon the path through the weeds, And I alone could choose my wants or my needs. The brambles and briars were teasing liars, They reached out but found no hold and I wove my way through them curious and bold. Once was I beyond mere mortal needs And cared naught about the course of my deeds. I cursed or blessed without a care, and came and went like currents of air. .... Unfinished work... possibly in progress.
Reason for writing:
Many changes have occurred in my life. Some good, some not(or so they seemed at the time of their happening.)
I feel that several lifetimes are spent discovering what we are or should be. And who knows, one day we may
get it right
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