There are a multitude of paths,

Shores to be sought,

Or the waves, maybe?

The countless ifs and buts strike,

Stinging like an annoying bee.

I just shrug them off.

It is in the doubts

That I find solace,

However temporary.

It is epiphany that I seek,

The feeling of discovery,

Like a broken childhood toy.

It is just like a memory,

That passes by,

But catches your attention.

And I am left seeking it,

Thinking how wonderful,

For myself to be me.



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