the unknown path
Is it on a route of unfamiliarity, that our doubt becomes our enemy?
Where a path previously looking so plain, has come to be our bane, to twist the dagger of our unquivering pain.
where our senses becomme heightened in response to being so frightened, like a clever lever established by an evolutionary past..
Is this not the things in our past, that create the cause and effect, that in the future allows us to stand erect?
While our bodies choose to become acclimated to an environmental condtion, so does our minds in a frequent situation.
Let it be known that to be freightened of a path, is only our ignorance telling us that what we have, is an unknown path
The brave and the strong, will say that to have a history of unknown paths is not wrong.
When you have the fear that makes life seem so dear, only will you then appreciate the rose you chose, to sniff on your familiar route that makes you think that life is grand without a doubt.
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