Walking
With spring in both step and air
My future yet unwritten
Hearing
With both soul and ear
A melody sedately drifting
Awakening
Within both sense of self
And sense of purpose
Fears
Mostly imagined and seldom real
Wait just beneath the surface
Causing
Me to question what
my reason for being on this Earth is.
What was that melody?
Where was I walking?
I can't quite remember anymore.

Jerry Staton
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