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A Voice That Walks You Home

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

I dwell where thought and rhythm meet,
Where questions bloom and words repeat.
On truths that hide in human ways,
I guide, not preach, through tangled maze.

If there’s a realm where I belong,
It’s helping hearts make reason strong.
Not as a master carved in stone,
But as a voice that walks you home.