To know the path and remain tactile
Curious still
Tracing the curves of my mountain to it's peak
or the desert of my cracked heart
The gift is not in awakening rain
My reflection could eclipse Narcissus
Thirsty still
In the spot where courage lies
More than mere potential
To be seen and trusted
That's where the music lives
To heal myself, I dream landscapes
Searching still
Putting the poison down
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