The river winds round to the sea
where freedom meets the wind,
through pain and pleasure flows the spirit
seeking peace and light.
My paper boat is battered
yet somehow miracles see me through,
I see castles of dominion
that would halt my journey's completion.
Yet walls of uninviting
so austere I cannot climb,
that waterfall of innocent hope
is merely to blind me from my quest.
I shall be one day victorious
my pathway is most clear,
let not illusions hamper me
to reach epiphany's gaze.






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