A Map of Sorts
If your hand could reach inside my heart
What would you do with it?
Which path would you explore first, I wonder?
The light
The dark
The love
The pain
Some vaults gilded, some naught to plunder
How much of me would be new to you?
Would fortune await this crusade?
I have buried much
To protect your wayward crew
Choose well, your path and prizes
With caution, calm, and care
Do not lose yourself amidst the chaos there
You must come back
With heart in hand
Help chart my course
And find dry land
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