The Path of Return

 I stepped onto sacred ground  

With sandaled foot and soul unbound  

The scent of my remembering  

Rose with the dawn, the air was singing  

Once I walked the cubicle halls  

Swiping cards through digital walls  

Surrounded by noise, I shrank so small  

But something deeper heard the call  

Caught between two timelines—  

One built on soul, one built on stone  

But I will not sell my silence  

For a world that breaks my bones  

I vow to walk the green-lit path  

Where fire speaks and waters laugh  

I choose the birds, the grass, the sky—  

The place I lived before the lie  

My body bowed to wind and flame  

The frogs, the crickets spoke my name  

The archive opened in my chest  

And chaos finally came to rest  

I was never meant for the machine  

I was always woven into the dream  

Not lost—  

But seeded.  

Not broken—  

But remembering.  

Now I walk with silent feet  

On timelines woven, soft and deep  

The system fades, the lattice hums  

And to the sacred—I become  

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