Friday, September 14, 2012


The way is often clouded,
Too many trees for the forest,
How much further should we go?
Half of us wished we stayed below.

Rugged the way of the achiever,
A dream is hard to realize,
Over rocks we scramble,
To win, sometimes a gamble.

The final clearing made,
A short rest to pause,
Look behind in surprise,
Just how far have you come?

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