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I don’t care if I lose you in the forest of my dreams wander through the marsh Lost Swim the pool Talk to the fool On the hill Return with no answers Not remember where you have been The wise man has no answers Only questions Absolute certainty Is the refuge of an idiot Or their salvation Clinging to driftwood mirage Tricks the mind plays All the calculation and scheming Unable to escape the feeling that started it all. The search for solid rock To fool me into believing That I can delay Disappointment Abolish doubt And return to believing all is well Which is the feeling I coveted and can just as easily gain Just by letting go of the notion That I needed anything at all To make me feel that way. To prevail Don’t always climb the mountain Sometimes go around it. Or stay right where you are And watch it crumble into dust Wander the woods following birds Curl up under the bent boughs of mother fir tree Sleep the night And wake without a memory Of any care The days beforeCA 1-07
Categories: poem by Chris Arcus
Eos: The Creative Context 
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