poetry, Writing

Right There

Before me is a pathway
I don’t know where it leads
Twisting through the future
But is that reality?
Or fever dreams

Before me is a light
I don’t know what it is
Turning into a shape
But never forming
Completely

Before me is a wish
I don’t know where it came from
Full of dreams and hopefulness
Never to be realized
Or will it?

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