Life's March
As we take the first steps in our march through life always seems a safe haven. But as the march goes from step to stomp, that which we once saw as a safe haven dissipates. To be replaced by reality, so you now must master this unfamiliar quick march, so though new, fast, eventually you master this new march. Even as you know these marches you wonder why? It is for but one reason: in life hurdles will appear, when such hurdles appear; march on! But at times a certain darkness will appear and envelope you with mist like black tendrils which are fraught with danger you must free yourself. But once safe from these stone cold, pitch black arms an epiphany comes; if your end is far from nigh what is such an unearthly thing doing here? What could do such a thing? If age matters not, all which remains is thoughts of conscious.
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