Today I took a trip,
to the centre of a place that I presumed was safe,
No strangers or unknown faces here,
just nothing.
A hint of untruth was fragrant in the air however,
and untruths never have a fine smell,
feelings of betrayal begin to arise,
and a mountain bursts out through my chest.
The mountain shows what lengths must be reached,
to overcome what was thought of as a meaningless existence,
and leads me down the track with bright lights over the horizon.
This is the path,
to life's meaning and truths,
a decaying rope bridge to hope and reason,
that can only be walked alone.
Amazing, dude.
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