The Road is Tortuos
The Road is Tortuous
It is strenuous.
It is tortuous.
It is mountainous.
It is muderous.
It is heart scratching
And brain cracking
And mind waving
And needs sacrificing:
Your nights to a little rest,
Your days to last avail,
And your sun and rain.
Why should you fail?
A tiring journey
Up the mountain
Of gold and diamond,
Of knowledge and mace.
But the determination
Will surmount the notion,
With patience as a means
On the land or in sea.
The road to success
Is full of thorns.
The road is tortuous
And mountainous.
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