I drew a man leaning upon a staff.
And I set before him his path.
And behind him
Whatever was – was already past.
He began to wonder.
Free of of my hand, at last.
What he thinks.
Or what you think of him.
Is beyond my control.
Or my need to control.
I hope he has an amazing journey.
Even if he does not stay upon this path.
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