Strange it was the way it came in
The first time when someone else
Had the journey within
The first feeling when it didn’t need
Persuasion beyond first questions
But, strange were the days, for
To where the journey was destined
For, the change that couldn’t be
Questioned beyond the answers
Left in a hangover of nothingness
The days of mad introspection
With moments of silent prayers
To let the light show the path again
But, strange were the days, for
The light couldn’t go beyond
The journey so far
Strangely, with no questions further
The feeling remained strange thus
But now with a space of its own
And the strange realization of it 

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