Moving past the confines
of our minds
Can be a grind
trying to find time
To explore the unknown
daring to become known
navigating outside labels thrown
at us like they are our own
It rather hysterical
becoming almost lyrical
Moving with the beat of time
to find our own rhyme
Venturing to define
what we deem as fine
outside the party line
of what is deemed refined
The path to get there
seems to come from nowhere
beckoning us closer
to seeking exposure
Of what our heart composes
and believes are roses
petals soft and wispy
twirling of mystery
So if we dare to seek
go within to the deep
we may discover
what is there to uncover
steered from our breath
that which is meant
to guide our trek
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