I long for the wood of the North
My heart’s where I want it to be
I see the truth of my calling
Uniquely fit to me
And yet my mind wanders
From the place that I’m in
Not set to leap
And not settled within
The logic is plain
On the path that I know
of that which was sure
Now I find I don’t know
What is it that lingers
And hangs on too tight
That I cannot discard
And don’t want to fight
Could there be truth
Yet in the unknown
A path only revealed
by next steps alone
But what of my plans
And the glory they’d bring
And the folks I would help
So they could once again sing
And what of the that scent
Of the wood in the North
And what of my plans
And what of my course
Stuck in the middle
My heart knows the way
And walks on that path
With new light everyday
The Inspiration
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