I know exactly what to do.
My hands move calmly,
truth within my grip.
I have a part to play.
I'm guided by forces unseen,
yet we seem to work in tandem.
I trust it with my life
for from it I have come.
Why do some fight it?
Or think it to be false?
How can they not trust
the feeling that's inside of us?
temperate and resolute
it gives me all I need
just, intrepid, distant
I will go home again
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