Man is not flawless, could not be Else he would belong to the gods No mortal can be untouched by The path traveled, the grass trampled Always, the trail has twists and turns, Losing the way, circling round, is a dance of life.
Hard is the journey, yet each turn brings delights Each twist a reminder of the dawn breaking And despite the oppressive dusk, we carry on Lugging our baggage, carrying our load, Trusting that the next turn will bring the sunrise Hope pushes us forward.
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