Poetry

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Unaware of what awaits me
I walk on
To that which I do not know
But knows of me

Can I infer defeat?
Must I depart alone?
Will I return empty, having lost what I began?
Wander to discover I shall not
For truth awaits a willing soul

As my path is certain
Certainty has not time
And this road is
In all that it is and is not
It is certainly not mine

For if mine, then lost I would surely be
But as for me, I am found
Found to be more
Abound to the shore
Of vindication and sublimation

I do not fully know
Nor do I need to
In thereof, clarity does not depend
What’s more, knowledge need not defend
For Wisdom leads my final end

I am what I have been made to be
And of this shall I never be uncertain
Today is the rest
In which I am most certainly free

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