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Most nights I close my eyes
Then start to travel to
Places near and far
There are those familiar
That I've been too
Many, many times before
As my mind opened up
To the possibility that
I needed fresh filters
Many voices intermingled
Yet there were those that
Rose above the noise
To get to my future
Movement was not an option
More a when decision
Still was not certain
Of the harbor to seek
Was it West or East?
Then came that moment
When clarity hit me and
It all became easy
The Lighthouse beckons
Keeps me off the rocks
As I sail into the cove
A few more crossings
Before I am finished
And can finally stay
Now in the morning
When I open up my eyes
Another step closer
Which makes me smile
The path is clearing
As I find my way
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