I awoke one morning
To a strangeness in my head
Something that called clear to me
As I lay upon my bed
Words spoken soft and quiet
Thought it was no earthly voice
It laid before me two clear paths
Two realities; a choice
...

Your truth makes me unsteady
The ground beneath me shakes
And a worry begins to rapid rise
When my foundation quakes
The well-worn road it looks so clear
I see where each step should fall
There’s nothing unexpected here
No real surprise at all
...

Your truth it makes me curious
My tethers all fly free
I do not know where I belong
Or how I’m meant to be
The way I thought that I would go
It fades and drifts away
It makes no sense to follow still
Where I walked day to day 
...

Photo by Federico Bottos on Unsplash 

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