"The journey, not the destination" --
That is what they told her;
But was going anywhere
Without a "where" to go?
But now, upon another hill
With many leagues behind her,
She's realized the "where's" of life
Are never all we know
The only way to reach the truth
Is sideways, and with stealth --
And it's the effort makes the journey,
The crux of what she's learned about
Herself
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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