Finding the Spot

 

Have you ever thought about how you found your spot,  

A place to be high above the lot?  

When I am on the rise, looking forward to the next,  

Knowing to keep moving and not make ideas too complex.

Longing for the mountain top to gaze unto the few,  

This is where I come in, singing art baby blue.

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In the journey up, where few have tread,  

I find the path where dreams are led.  

A place of clarity, high and clear,  

Above the noise, where vision's near.

Each step I take, with purpose pure,  

I rise above, with strength secure.  

The world below, a distant scene,  

As I ascend to what has been.

The mountain top, my destined place,  

Where I can gaze and find my grace.  

In solitude, I find my view,  

And sing my song of art baby blue.

Here, ideas flow, both strong and light,  

Guided by the stars at night.  

For in this spot, I've found my peace,  

A space where all complexities cease.

And as I stand, with heart so true,  

I share the view, the art baby blue.  

This is the place where I belong,  

High above, where I am strong.

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This chapter reflects the journey of finding one's place of clarity and purpose. The imagery of rising, gazing from the mountain top, and singing of "art baby blue" symbolizes the achievement of a higher perspective where complexities dissolve, and vision becomes clear. The chapter highlights the importance of simplicity, focus, and the joy of reaching a place where one can truly express their essence, making it a powerful addition to your poetic narrative.