as I approach the path,
it takes me by surprise,
for an instant I can see,
at the end, what lies.
the turns of disappointment,
the curves of sadness,
all stem from lack of treatment,
for the times with no lack is gladness.
the stretches of loneliness seem the longest,
are usually the shortest in reality,
I face the days with my strongest,
crush my weakness with my actuality.
not every word I right inspires,
its the way they are said,
they can only admire,
if one in twenty is not misread.
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