Poetry

The Path (#345)

The path illuminates before me,
Just far enough for me to see,
That this is where I need to be,

Where the path goes is unclear,
That in itself fills me with fear,
But to the path, I must adhere,

I know not where the path ends,
Nor its bumps, peaks or bends,
But I’ll travel where it intends,

Any Thoughts?

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