Driftwood slightly soaked in somber remorse
I collide with a wall
manifested in my mind
a block
an obstacle
an objective
my goals unfit for
the dragging hooks
bouncing off the bottom
of this selfless lake
chalk dusted and finger printed
ink filled and needle pointed
the dial of this compass
direction anywhere
directive anything
with you as my guide
be my Virgil
and i'll be
ever teachable
your
Dante
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