by Parrish Lantern

Is this, our path
marked signposted or
is our route on freedoms wing
are we puppets, of some master
who tugs & pulls upon our strings
are all our searching
merely leash lengths
all our answers mere stuttering
as if by fates, unspoken guidance
or if by hearts, unspoken dream.

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