Misplaced

I have misplaced myself
and I don’t know where to begin to look

I can’t remember where I last saw me
I search my love’s eye, but I’m not there

I sought out my fears
but they were afraid to say

Should I stop, or should I go
Should I yes, or should I know

I saw my passion on a hill
and she whipered down, “Not yet.”

But her smile told me,
it’s not where I am, but where I’m going.

 

ADJ

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