I looked under every rock.
I looked in every flower.
I looked between the seconds.
I looked in every hour.

I looked in every shadow.
I looked at every Star.
I looked in every meadow, 
At things that were, and are.

I found every darkness,
I found every glory.
I found every choice,
In every single story.

I found I AM the difference,
My thoughts are free to be.
I found it isn’t what it seems--
I found, it’s only me.

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