A place to visit has a change of sense for being there, like to walk into a wrong room, where everyone wonders for your well-being as to why you are there.
Look high, your place of interest is placed somewhere high, just a shame you have to climb first to get there.
Allowed to escape is not seen for dust. Worried of going back to their prison or for being kept contained to remain in an area of their guilty conscience.
Part of a team now that can put your name on the map and be seen on a more wider scale. Good luck.
Sometimes to look straight ahead is looking into darkness, try seeing it from another direction where your true colours soon appear.
With a little encouragement you work it out as for getting confused with loved ones where thoughts are juggled. The one to answer to holds on to all the love you think of, as if they to know better than you do.
In the forest; masses, in the hundreds possibly thousands, appear upon the hill and kneel before, praying to discover this sacred, worshipping idol. Protected from the wind, this glowing glorious object that attracts them to their desires even have people protecting from the otherside of the hill. So not to surround and made to feel entrapped, but to be before and look on.
In the stones; some travel the distance quicker where others are nearer yet still reach the same destination, where some corners to turn are distracted for others to help prepare for further places to reach, a love who tries to keep up with both of you and starts those rumours off.
Psalms Ch.116:V.16 "O Lord, truly I am thy servant; I am thy servant, and the son of thine handmaid: thou hast loosed my bonds."
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