An uneasy feeling pervades my being
A sense of foreboding sways my thoughts,
Beyond blooming flowers and lush meadows
A stretch of barren, gloomy land looms ahead,
And alone
at a crossroads I stand—
a path seldom traveled
and a well-worn trail,
I stray in between like a ship,
adrift at high seas, sails all torn.
Who from afar calls my name?
I wandered...
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