Promises of what lay ahead unsung
Choices to be made at crossroads tangles
Eyes straining to see through the murk in the tunnel
Aspirations lay wait at the end of life’s puzzle
The hour of the day steadily goes by
With weary feet walking through the jungle
You wonder if any progress has been made
Fellas narrating tales of path paved
And head clamps with worries outweighed
Desire to know answers to your tale arrays
But replies to these faraway.
Sight slowly gets deem as darkness grows thicker
And the sought for rest intensifies
But the enemy called fear seem to draw nigh
With all of its fierce army.
Out of the darkness comes a sparkle of light
Bringing back the assurance of life
Strength begin to gather in the marrows
As the pull from the dust commence
With each wearied push in the gloom
A glow of the light appears
At last the dreadful dawn is about to end.
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