My thoughts trail down a path,
broken twigs and beaten earth remind me I've been here before
looking to the left as the earth falls away.
Each fork presents my past
but changes each day.
Climbing the boulders of my childhood
to find a vantage from where I can survey it all.
But like I remember from before
the view is obscured and so I
piece it together with my imagination.
The more I strive, the less I see.
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