No one can take you where you don’t want to go
Nor alter any plan; attempt to turn your life around
Neither can they take away from what you already know
That you afreshly seek having confirmed, that unsound
No one can remove from such triggered deliberations
That brought to this point where you mentally plateau
Where have arrived; in the precedence of generations
But from where you’d like to; inevitably wish, outgrow
Everything inside urges by the felt deep dissatisfaction
That this is surely, by any measure, not meant any rest
And with nothing new offered by current interactions
Just maybe it can (must?) thus be spiritually addressed
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