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| Unfound Truth by � coondogk9 Traveling in the world of the lost I stumble moving on. I see fleeting images and hear sounds of drumming songs. I should know the path well as I�ve been here many times. It doesn�t come in dreams but different days in my mind. I hear a voice speak to me though I can not see the face. He speaks in tongue I know not but he knows me in this place. Am I walking corridors in time? Is it the present or the past? Can I find myself or others here? Shall I chose one or many paths? Winds have scattered things I�ve dropped, there is no turning back. I must surge on forward for there are many things I lack. Vision Quest � 2002 T Lovett |