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Swinging Bridge to Nova Scotia
Signs between ruminating existentialism & utopianism
Sharing some sleepless night thoughts before sunrise shift.
I miss the days of paper maps & getting lost by accident.
Now I get lost on purpose knowing the main roads are too easy.
Who’s kidding — even when I know where I am, I am still lost.
I am I am lost in this world I owe to an uncalibrated inner compass.
When was the last time you let your instincts take the wheel?
Or your feet, not your head, maybe a significant part of your heart.
When significant says sign if I can’t.
Do you follow the same ol’ street signs or do you notice how many of them tell stories, one road, one block at a time.
Have you ever seen a Dead End road with a sign that says No Turn Around?
Anyway, signs don’t always accurately lead the way, do they?
What’s the saying again — let your spirits guide you & hope they are not demons.
For balance though, we all have them so there must be a purpose.
Still now I get lost on purpose & dissent against the GPS to panic the machine.
Maybe someday that way I may find the swinging bridge to Nova Scotia.
🚸
mbd
