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One day I gazed out of my window,
and found that the roads were paved with threads of gold.
For the first time, I looked at the horizon
And knew what dreams were, and there I saw
The alluring sparkle of potential, the promise of new life.
So I threw myself into this world, fresh, and open,
-and completely entranced.

There, before my eyes, everything I thought I knew
Became all the more beautiful.
The breath of the the wind kissed my face,
Brushed my neck, ran down my back,
Inbetween my fingers, and through my spirit.
And everywhere it traveled, the air was filled
With the scent of absolute purity.
The blue skies looked down on me,
And, in all softness, shone on me
With a warmth that filled my soul.
I gazed back and filled my eyes
With a glimpse of boundless eternity.

And yet, somehow,
things that I could not understand;
Things like rain, and darkness,
Things like cold, and pain,
Began to grow in the edges and corners
Corrupting everything that had been glorious to me,
Breaking to pieces the world
That I had held so near and integral to my heart.
In horror I saw the golden gleam
Fade from beneath my feet,
And in place of the soft comfort
Which had cradled and guided my every step,
There were thorns, and jagged stones instead,
Which pierced my soles,
And burdened my every move.
Painfully I saw the brilliant blue,
That had always soothed me,
Turn to a distant and unfamiliar shade of grey,
Which only pelted my back with an assault of hail.
But most tragic was the fog
That now stood between me and the rest of my world,
Which hid my horizon from any sight,
and blurred out the road ahead of me,
So that I was separated and isolated
From any part or hint
Of that which I had once seen such beauty in.
So it came to be my path
Was marked not by song,
But by blood and tears.

Yet despite the sky that was falling in shards upon me,
I did not stray from my path, for every so often,
My weary body would stumble upon a small,
Lonely, misplaced strand of gold
Which remained woven into the thorn and grime
And although it faded too quickly,
Soon after I had the chance to acknowledge it,
It maintained the essence of all that had meant happiness
And all that had been everything to me for so long.
But these small short lived traces grew less and less frequent
Until one day, I could not see any thing left,
Not for me, in this devastated land.

So I returned home.
There, I scrubbed from my feet all the grime
my feet had gathered, and dressed the wounds-
And there were so many-
With the utmost care.
They are not closed completely,
But I can stand on my feet now, and that grief
Which had been so hard on this spirit is fading
And in its place I am filled-
Because all important lessons are learned painfully-
With knowledge,
The likes of which I did not know of
Before I laid eyes on that road,
Or experienced that world.
Some day I will look out my window once more,
And venture out into a different world,
And the light will come brighter,
The horizon will be closer,
And everything will be new again.

Description
One day I gazed out of my window,
and found that the roads were paved with threads of gold.
For the first time, I looked at the horizon
And knew what dreams were, and there I saw
The alluring sparkle of potential, the promise of new life.
So I threw myself into this world, fresh, and open,
-and completely entranced.

There, before my eyes, everything I thought I knew
Became all the more beautiful.
The breath of the the wind kissed my face,
Brushed my neck, ran down my back,
Inbetween my fingers, and through my spirit.
And everywhere it traveled, the air was filled
With the scent of absolute purity.
The blue skies looked down on me,
And, in all softness, shone on me
With a warmth that filled my soul.
I gazed back and filled my eyes
With a glimpse of boundless eternity.

And yet, somehow,
things that I could not understand;
Things like rain, and darkness,
Things like cold, and pain,
Began to grow in the edges and corners
Corrupting everything that had been glorious to me,
Breaking to pieces the world
That I had held so near and integral to my heart.
In horror I saw the golden gleam
Fade from beneath my feet,
And in place of the soft comfort
Which had cradled and guided my every step,
There were thorns, and jagged stones instead,
Which pierced my soles,
And burdened my every move.
Painfully I saw the brilliant blue,
That had always soothed me,
Turn to a distant and unfamiliar shade of grey,
Which only pelted my back with an assault of hail.
But most tragic was the fog
That now stood between me and the rest of my world,
Which hid my horizon from any sight,
and blurred out the road ahead of me,
So that I was separated and isolated
From any part or hint
Of that which I had once seen such beauty in.
So it came to be my path
Was marked not by song,
But by blood and tears.

Yet despite the sky that was falling in shards upon me,
I did not stray from my path, for every so often,
My weary body would stumble upon a small,
Lonely, misplaced strand of gold
Which remained woven into the thorn and grime
And although it faded too quickly,
Soon after I had the chance to acknowledge it,
It maintained the essence of all that had meant happiness
And all that had been everything to me for so long.
But these small short lived traces grew less and less frequent
Until one day, I could not see any thing left,
Not for me, in this devastated land.

So I returned home.
There, I scrubbed from my feet all the grime
my feet had gathered, and dressed the wounds-
And there were so many-
With the utmost care.
They are not closed completely,
But I can stand on my feet now, and that grief
Which had been so hard on this spirit is fading
And in its place I am filled-
Because all important lessons are learned painfully-
With knowledge,
The likes of which I did not know of
Before I laid eyes on that road,
Or experienced that world.
Some day I will look out my window once more,
And venture out into a different world,
And the light will come brighter,
The horizon will be closer,
And everything will be new again.