Elaborate mazes of self.
Turn abouts and riddles keeping you from finding the exit.
The truth stretched, and hidden in dead ends and poor choices.
Carefully choose your path.
Disorientation closely follows mistakes.
A certain sense of vertigo settles into my brain and
My mind produces images of fear ten fold as my rapid heart beat increases.
Is it strange that I do not fear the next turn?
The left or right that leads you down a new path?
Tomorrow never knows and I revel in that opportunity.
I treasure that moment of uncertainty and live each day to it's capacity.
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Perspective of an Old Woman
De ja vu is now my turf.
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