Timelines drawn on paper
Rulers inked with pen
I’m trying to figure out where I am
From where my life has been
Intersecting data
Perspective now is forced
But clearly points direction
To where I’ve set my course
I hadn’t planned it this way
Daydreaming on the bus
Did I reach the top?
Did I miss my stop?
Am I heading back to source?
The coordinates so logical
Fit like a dovetail joint
All this information
Says I’ve reached my vanishing point
It’s a little bit disturbing
If you trust the laws of men
Still subtle seeds salvation
Ink blots from my pen
Outside the lines I’m drawing
And in between the space
I’m learning every day
This thing I know as grace
This paper thin dimension
I mistook for all that’s real
Is curling at the edges
And the truth is what I feel
So I’ll trust my intuition
That is growing every day
Now my vanishing point has disappeared
I will not be led astray
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