Each path we walk, it forges something,

a step within a stair.

A line part of a rhythmic pattern

and we’re unaware.

We’re so wrapped up in what’s before us,

like it’s all there is.

As back and forth we pace, uneasy.

I promise you this -

The time will come when you will see,

the scales will disappear.

In that moment look around you,

it will all be clear.

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