If I'd been asked a year ago
Where I'd like to be
The answer would be the same
But the path wouldn't agree
The one who leaves isn't who I thought
How strange that I feel no jealousy
I know that soon I'll make my move
At least, once I find the key
I care not how I find the future
I care little about my past
I care only for my love
My God has taken the pain at last
I feel no determination
I simply know how things will come
This road has chosen my feet
And I'm at peace with what has begun
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Late Night Thoughts
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