Mementos to Myself

It seems I thought ahead and left a trail
Of breadcrumbs that will not fail
To lead me out of this forest dense 
A synonym for the word tense
As I creak in all my weight
Getting lost in the egoic state
As time passes and ages move
And I lose my point to prove
And go on fighting with the wind
Is to resist to say you've sinned
To miss the mark like an archer's take
There is love I won't forsake
But hold in my heart so deep
It is a promise that I keep 
To always have and always hold 
The ground is there when your cards fold 

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