Scattering cloud

A road splits,
The map ends,
Plans fail,
Pages blank,
Ink drained.

Vision blurs,
Instincts dull,
Emotions unlit,
Dreams forgone,
Memories dim.

The past is gone, and today a future must be forged in blindness.

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