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My Path is like a labyrinth,
A maze of winding trails,
Convoluted meanderings,
Down lane ways, pikes, and rails.

Some are smooth and easy,
Where I simply go with flow,
Velvet-lined easy streets,
As sweet as fine merlot.

At times the roads are bumpy,
And I'm blocked at every turn,
I don't make any headway,
My wheels just spin and burn.

Complicated courses,
Where signals often cross,
I roam about aimlessly,
Confused and feeling lost.

A web of trite complexity,
A blueprint pre-divined,
A tangled web of intricacy,
Of pathways all entwined.

But when the fog dissipates,
Bright sunshine lights the day,
My eyes and heart will open up,
And then I find my way.
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But when the fog dissipates,
The sunshine lights the day,
My eyes and heart open up,
And then I find my way.

Linda, that's the way it
seems to always happen...
even if at times it takes
the fog longer to clear.
Hugs, my friend
Ethel