Maturity set in the woods

Allow the path to show you its soul,
naked and dancing
on the edge of the moon.

Take off the bandages and
Let the wound shine
like a silver spoon waiting in the back of a drawer.

If you are lonely, then you are alone.
Follow me, I know where I am going.
There is no place
for going.

Do you know you can’t go anywhere?
Do you?

The mind spirals like a seashell that carries the world’s powers.
A path is a path
And love is love.
I can lead you there.

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