Walking through the woods,
I gaze at the vast treetops.
The patterns
All seem to touch the sky,
But each one so different.
One going right,
One going left,
But where am I to go?
My state of mind:
This is where I stop.
I wait for the sky to come to me.
Waiting in confusion,
I seem to adhere to reason.
Seeing that nothing
Can be done
Without something going first.
So watching the treetops
Soar to the sky, I leave behind
Confusion and reason.
Courage takes me to the sky.
Courage above me
And reason below me.
Balancing these two,
I wait for you.

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