You offer a silent cure to those who ponder unsure,
Never biased in your reward.
Your hidden treasures run deep so all of us can reap,
Just waiting to be explored.
You want to be found in a maze that goes round,
And offer many paths to your center.
Yet many of us continue to lose our focus,
In need of guidance and a mentor.
Though it’s not your job to sway the crazed mob,
‘Keep going’ you beckon, ‘Come to me’.
‘You will find your way, let come what may.
Time is our only enemy.’
© 2023 December, Kayla Macias

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