Earth's Walk
Though I'm a sojourner,
Though I'm on a pilgrimage,
It's not a stealth walk,
It's not a purposeless race,
My grip must be firm on the brace,
I must be an astute runner,
Unruffled by life's plummet,
Still holding firm my racket,
Life is like a bird’s plumage,
It’s true form is beyond the surface,
Much more needs to be
conquered on the inside,
Than can be seen on the outside,
It’s a battle of wits,
It’s not a conquest with stave,
It’s a palace for the brave.
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