My Journey
Walk with me if you dare, for there are things that I must see,
There is no time for me to sit, for the world awaits for me.
Bright eyes, strong hands, integrity all about,
For I know I must follow my route.
My story yet to unfold but focused and bold,
Quite as I go but open to all that hold,
My journey to myself will continue to grow,
So I can not reveal all, for I do not know.
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