The Journey
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The journey began
Merely a spray from a sink
Not of joy did I think
When poetry came to mind
A nuisance it was
To rhyme words and words
Just like the screeching of birds
Life is just a long journey
We think it lasts an eternity
We try to look for the end
While looking for a positive bend
And yet the limits test the time
We have to go wherever we will
