It points up a head in the road
Many thousands of miles from here
I've read the map of my own heart my own mind
the point sticks out and tells the story of my future
Changing with every mile I approach it by
Feel it in the wheels as we roll over the present so convinced
Interacting with our wild predictions
cast from boats and dragged in for observation
Destiny sharp with knives of gold and beauty
every surprise cutting lines upon our skin
blessing the wisdom in us deepening it
And then mocking our preoccupation with the future
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