answer (short poem)

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I remember a night dark and stormy
Lying tear-soaked on my shins
And begging a god I didn’t believe in
To give me some respite
To quicken me through the obstacle I was in
Dimly shone the light then
And from a voice which made no sound
I heard and understood
That every obstacle is an illusion
Every obstacle is an illusion
And the answer is the only thing that’s real

Created: Jul 04, 2012


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