Broad horizons newly found
Gone away is the job
That was my foundational ground.
Foundations poorly built
Crumble under time.
Crumble under guilt.
Crystal ball, crystal ball,
Where in the world
Am I to fall?
With change there is fear.
With change there is opportunity.
This change I hope,
Will hold me dear.

Prompt: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/04/w3-prompt-1-weave-written-weekly/
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