A year ago I left my job, a different path to find
Behind me all thew things I was in body and in mind
Ahead of me uncertainty, a life to find its form
In circumstance a new found dance ( and UBI being born )
A year or so of come and go with all that’s been revealed
A million words of paperverse with culture as its yield
As winter finds its end once more and spring about to show
I ask the fortunes to allow and show me where to go
Next up, is coming soon with rhythms yet unknown
To take me a journeyed path and bring me safely home…
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