Lifes journey is like traveling through a fog You cannot see the rode in front of you
As a mysterious mist blocks ur vision
So you have no direct path to your destination Some may wonder aimlessly
Others give up there journeys and stop somewhere short
While few actual strive through relentlessly until they have found what they want the most Even fewer go on to more.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoesiaI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
