Dao
Dao
Life is but a Dao.
A Dao that is unique to everyone.
Dao is but a path.
A path you pave,
sometimes our path intertwines,
but no matter how long we share,
that path will eventually spit as we part ways,
In search of our Purpose.
Your purpose is what you find at the end of that path.
And yet Dao is boundless.
Every end is a new beginning after all, the search for Dao never ends.
What is your Life?
What is your Dao?
What is your Purpose?
My Life is one of the Seasons, a never-ending cycle.
My Dao is one of Freedom, Freedom from all restraints and regrets.
I am not far enough down my Dao to know my Purpose,
I just hope that I learn what it is before it is too late.
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