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Friend, before life moves us to the parting ways
Let wisdom tell from rend of heart its lessons old
That you may take your journey springing praise
And mend with gladness dream and mirrored fold
               One road invites the universe of man to dawn
               The place we left in awe of sword and flash of fire
               Stumbling from purpose and lapping dew for ire
               Making the circle of return to the cradle of the fawn

It's two things the oracle challenges us to know
Where the road diverges into many different paths
What vision shapes the skill that need will show
To meet the tests that sever self from it thoughts
               And lift the eagle to the pinnacle of brimming star
               And say to soul you are worth more than you seem
               In any dissection of the flesh or weighing of dream
               The mantle is mask that pretends not who we are.

What if one branching path a wide lake must cross
What if another a snow-capped cliff must clamber o'er
And still the next has serpents slithering in the grass
And one stretch endless like miles of a sandy shore
               Shall the swimmer charm the serpents, swim
               The sands, and climb the mirror face of ice
               Against a different purpose will his dream suffice
               Or all mismatched paths not a meet a fate still grim?

O too many on the wrong path are embarked, too few
Their purpose know before the journey begins
The shipwreck on deserts straddle the sense as clue
Ignored ... self-blinded race, drowning in our sins
               He who foreknew us predestined purpose too
               Each tree is seeded after its kind, each man can
               Achieve only what is set in the primordial plan
               The broad way is littered with much too much to rue.

What use is choice unless some context tell the aim
For once and only once we choose the path to good
And joy, the river does not return, the sea is the same
Only at the rapids end. Not what I would, but what I should
               Is all I need to know. It's not the prize but the race
               We run is what we are destined for. Go now, friend
               And wing the light and for mist of truth contend
               The swift may run, but the wise the victory taste.
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