Embryonic tissue, standing on my own.
The first time away, Not sure what is home.
Plant a seed and wait to see where dreams may go.
Day by day the sun lets me know where to grow.
Magic and coincidence are not spears I can throw.
Only chance and consequence appear in this show.
Walk a while, no matter where, no season to ignore.
I stay awake too late to fear what reason has in store.
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