How cruel the wisdom of understanding

and aching the song of the second fiddle
the sign that offered and the questions that answered
as my gut lays silent and still

It could simply be the absence of warning
an intuitive 'continue your path'
notice what darts between shadows
move with grace betwixt worlds in the dark

I'm hearing inaudible syllables
uttered unknowingly by the minds of the hive
I know what I want for my soul-growth
and I fear flaws if I ignore what I've heard

I will hold my own light as a treasure
to be seen and cherished as such
need I really mind I don't go timidly here
or will complexities still prove too much

Like the doe in a glade of sunbeams
for now I'll graze but acutely aware
of the things I'm chewing and churning
I don't want to turn tail and run scared.

My potential is exponential
this could be beautiful unique effervescent
but who-so-ever I go it is paramount I know
that this is no curse of self-fated obsolescence.