We follow the path before us
pursuing our lifelong goals.
The path curves very gently
around softly rolling knolls.
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How casually we drift along
'til a detour sign we see,
the road turns rough and rocky,
filled with garbage and debris.
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It takes time to get your bearings
when you stumble and you fall,
you turn this way and that way,
finding your back against the wall.
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Once you're past the rubble,
the sky is once more blue.
So again you start to follow
a path that's fresh and new.
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We never have a promise of
a path through fields of flowers,
but we must continue down
the pathway that is ours.
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