Dream-filled Seed
In the pure white sand I lay,
in between a boundless darkening forest and an infinite violent sea.
Knowing the outcome of both journeys, one of which I am to seek:
In the forest I am to be lost in the savage depth,
If by sea then I am to be stranded in the striking waves unkempt.
Thoughts roam by; each planting a dream-filled seed in my conscious stricken mind.
Hoping that a miracle will keep me from the decision to be made,
which will forever imprint the footsteps of my odyssey.
Around I sense the sun setting towards its sleeping fallow,
And I lay awake looking at the starry heavens above .
Weighing out the outcomes foretold I chose my road.
Losing and gaining along the way.
Looking up every night at the pure lights that stayed,
A constant in my changing life,
As if the whole time the decision I had made between the first two roads I was to take.
Were only the beginning of departing roads ahead that needed decisions made.
I just looked beyond and thought of the goal-driven vines that were now,
Intertwining in my conscious stricken mind
Fore they were the dream-filled seeds that had been planted in order for me to seek.
Seek the dreams that had evolved into goals for myself to achieve.
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