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Before things get complicated
and I not knowing how to navigate
the waters rocking the boat.
To say I have always known the ways
will be a full blown lie. I get lost
when the way is known by others.
I get lost when the way hides from my eyes.
How to cradle a child
keep him safe from harms
somewhere somehow someone has done it
I am sure
I get lost when the way is shut
I get lost when I should know the answers
I get lost when the world spins
on its axis, slow but dizzying.

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