I am the compass and you the direction.
Ever to travel; Odyssey of reflection.
I am your blindfold that shows you the light.
I am the handicap that brings you your sight.
I am the thorns, tears, sun and the rain,
I am the storms, winds, tragedy and pain.
I am your soul, exposed, raw and fresh.
I am your torture and suffering of flesh.
I am your discontent and your elation.
I am your peace, and nervous frustration.
I ebb and I flow. I come and I go.
I am the journey both rapid and slow.
You must yield to me. I alone set you free.
For I am the evidence of your epiphany.
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