Been in a situation where most of us can’t talk.
We’re paralyzed by the condition that have been made.
Feeling unworthy or simply incapable.
Not given chance.
Opportunities seem to eliminate us from distance.
There’s still sun rising in the morning for as we hope.
Night with moon enlighten as prayer.
Questioning ourself.
Considering choices.
Dealing with doubt and uncertainty.
Friends and activities to busy with.
Until it all make sense to Be what we’ve become.
Until days gone and night passes and years gone.
We are still who we are.
The one beneath the towering pines.
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