Flint and steel

I keep thinking I know
what you’re working on
or should be

especially when you tell me
you are lost

my list of maps
to helpful treasures
is inspiring

but the truth is,
I have no clue.

I see your flint and steel
and see your candle
sometimes lit

and wish you well
so deeply.

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