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Published: Jan 26, 2013

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On nights like these, the lonely kind
In my mind I find the need to soar
Wandering through the outcasted shadows
To reach a star-soaked shore

And I wonder: where would I be right now
Had I taken the other path?
Would I be a different person
Having not incurred their wrath?

I continue to walk, past the ebbing tide
That laps gently upon the silver sand
And journey to a field of flowers
That bow to the moon with leafy hands

And I think: what would my life be like
If I was someone else, not me?
Maybe I would be different
And not confused at whom to be

Wandering out of the meadow
I come to a plateau, and looking down
I see the rivers race along the plains
Through fields of fertile brown

And I ponder: when will I find myself
Find who I am inside
How not to feel like I’m changing between
Like the flow of the ebbing tide?

Up I look, into the sky
To see the peak of the rising sun
And glancing back down, I finally see
That all rivers run into one.