The roads may not exists,
The paths might not have been traversed before,
The reality may rattle your being,
The future might put you in abyss with no scent of spoor.
It doesn’t matter how you feel,
It doesn’t matter where you land,
All that count is your grit to go beyond.
Beyond your trepidations,
beyond your fears,
Beyond those inhabitations,
beyond any queers.
For you have one life and many hopes,
all beaconing your name only if you can hear.
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