The Universe’s Pull

My stride is long

I’m stepping out

Beyond projection’s gaze

Assumption’s trailing

Out of sight

Stumbling over a phrase

Doubt is packed

With worry and fear

And posted non-return

Potential’s cup

Now overflows

Possibilities at every turn

Choices float

Just within reach

I’ve stuffed my pockets full

My head held high

I ebb and flow

With the Universe’s pull

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