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Walking further into my core I see the store of olden lore that lies behind my mind's door. Yet, I see only pieces, fleeting traces of the purpose of my life. The darkness surrounds all but this area. To not enter here is a thought much scarier, than living out life not knowing my character. Existing, not living, just being an actor, who knows not his lines for lack of the script. Who may as well from this life, be stripped. I circle this room entombed inside. Peering here and there through the windows from outside. What am I to be? What am I to do? What am I to see? Where is the clue? The Lord has a purpose for my life, but what is it? Inside that room is where I must visit. I've tugged at that door too many times to count, but it keeps up it's guard of that vast amount of personal data that I must review. Isn't there some way that I can undo, this rigid, deep-rooted vault-like impasse, that blocks my entrance, stifles my progress. Inside that library of my life-long destiny, lies my purpose, my meaning, the man I'm supposed to be. I haven't been able to cross the threshold, of that wondrous, wisdom-filled chamber which holds the key to discerning the mystery I own. The answer to the puzzle. The solution I've not known. How long will I journey? Weeks, months, years? I don't know the answers, but I must persevere. © 2004 Quies Noctum (Thomas Bourque) |
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