A new voice calls to me

But I am unsure

Which way do I go?

I look back once again

But only my shadow follows

My instincts are tattered and torn

Truth is in the eye of the beholder

verisimilitude

I cling to my solitude

Knowing so well its shape and color

The texture and taste comforts me

But a new voice calls me

To a warm place

I have missed

Tender and gentle, my spirit seeks

Which way do I go?

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