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Disasters mark my path
Diversions aim to divert me
I may slip. A lot
Too often may I sit and lay
But never am I lost
As the cycles change
Mine won't
But ever do I progress
Into darkness and derange
Everything stands for something
Never stray from the path
Stay on the path
The morning comes after the night
However long that may last
Night can be a broad term
For some it is everlasting
For others it is a celestial cycle
Still I must progress
Beyond the crash
Beyond the plains and the mountains and the sky above
Do I find myself in a quarrel with a bug
Not a nat nor a cricket nor an otter
My father
And when I see her
Whoever she may be
That is all I can take
However much I make
Is never going to be enough
A collection of thoughts
All reduced to rubble
For the journey to resume
Nothing must remain
All thoughts that were once thought to abstain
Will have to be gone
Or I will be gone
All you know about life
Is correct
For everyone to live
A different path must be carved
The quality of the wood to be decided
And the tree must die
Or live till one thousand
The tree will die
You will not
Living on as office supplies or the structure of a building
Your place will be found
I am a branch that lays unfound
A leaflet of paper yet to be bound
One day I will find my use
At the end of the path
But until then, the path meets no end
And the trek remains
