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Leaving a Trail Back Home

Scanning the ocean’s horizons

Malcolm left in the middle of the night
He never told his family where he was going
He never told a single friend
He simply vanished in the night without a trace

But that, of course, is impossible
You cannot leave your reality without a trace
for everything you do leaves a trace
on the skein of time and space

Everything we do leaves a trail
a scent we leave behind us
our vibrations imprint our path
our essence leaves a footprint

We can always be followed
we can always be found
we can never escape
from where we touched the ground

With every breath we take
we leave a trail
even when the wind
moves us with our sail

The ocean does not map
our journey across the seas
it is only our inward journey
that shows our path’s degrees