Times are changing

We all pass through times of change

The wind is blowing hard and I don’t know how to use the force yet

I’m on shaky legs, there is something out there

I’m alone but there is a light in the tunnel

I can’t see clearly now

But I hope one day I will

We are not a beginning not an end

we are merely a continuous flow of something called eternity.

Wp

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