A Twisted Path
Life is at best a twisted path,
A crooked line from start to end.
Often murky, sometimes clear,
With ups and downs and curves and bends,
Always unknown which way it wends
Until the very end is near.
But, however twisted, craggy, flat,
Strewn with stones or smooth as glass,
The path we take is up to destiny.
No matter how we may obsess,
To no avail we second guess,
What follows life will always be a mystery.
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