There came a point in life where I couldn’t make up my mind.

I just didn’t know what to do;

Listen to the conspiracy theories? Or believe the talking heads on the news?

But I found solace in my friends, and the things they said.

The light poured though my dreams; swimming in my head.

So there I stood in a field, vastly open and green.

The Farmer stood, said son are you ready for destiny?

I obliged as the deadbolt clicked.

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