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Without the perception of tomorrow,
I wandered this planet.
An existance, built on mere fragments.
The regrets of yesterday have ceased.
My fear of what could be,
is now gone.
The overwhelming vines of the thorned path,
have fallen.
Blessed perception,
has illuminated the twisted, to be straight.
Oh father time;
my favorite nemesis,
whose features always dark,
have transformed to the warm smile of an old age friend.
Remarkable,
is the power of the enlightened soul.
One step forward,
enables leaps of faith.