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Follow Your Own Star
On a bright, warm, midsummer morning I opened my eyes
and excitedly drew in the beauty of the coming day.
Forgetting in the moment, the cares and fears and turmoil
carried forward.
I hastily tried to block the memories, then heard
the stern voices from yesteryear.
Follow Tradition!
It is not my life you are living oh my ancestors,
tell another of your admonition!
I am here for what can be. I am not here for what was.
The rumbling of the movements of those gone before continued.
Follow Tradition!
Waking fully to the wonder of the day ahead, I began to walk
through the bible of the past.
For all my life I had been told this is what has been,
this is what shall be. You Must stay the course.
My mind expands.
It need not be so, I cried. We are here now,
we need not by yours rules abide.
Begone!
it is our time now. Yet the frame continues.