I’m passing to the left
moving to the other side
looking for another way.
Where I’ve been doesn’t
serve me any more.
I’m moving to the right
find myself zig-zagging
through my life
searching, ever searching
but I know not for what
so how can I ever hope to find
that for which I seek?
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The almighty discovery. In our back yard, lol
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