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A crooked wooden path climbs high

Over mountains, reaching sky

Disappearing into the night

Shall I travel toward the light?

Do I chance what lies ahead?

Or do I stay behind, instead

Afraid of what could be the end

Not knowing what’s around the bend

Shall I take a chance or two?

Yes!  That’s exactly what I’ll do

Striding, over faded boards

Creaking as I step, go forward

Running, to catch the rising sun

Knowing my journey has just begun



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