Change …

Why do I fear that which I cannot see

The past rushes in to the present like a bullet train

My soul seeks to understand

There is no rule book, no map, no guide

Who am I in this new land

Beautiful new pastures of curious suggestion 

New roads appear, untravelled, unspoilt, unknown

I feel my heart race with familar feelings

The past is that and here I am

I take my first step. 

Change….

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