By the Edge of the Water

February 5, 2020

Sometimes you do things without knowing.

The reactions you have are just easy going

Until you stop in your tracks and,

You start to look back.

Then everything in your mind begins to go black

Standing by the edge of the water

Waiting for a sign that might change your fate.

But you stand there, in the blistering cold,

Not knowing how you got there,

Observing the beauty that is provided

And you just hope that somehow you could be guided.

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