The Path
I thought you could only live your life,
If you found happiness through hardship and strife.
But happiness comes from living your life.
Not by fighting, and sleeping with a knife.
The path of life has bends, bumps, and turns.
It will lead you through hills, forests, and caverns.
The choices you make, determine the route.
Often filled with fear and doubt.
Happiness does not create life, but life creates happiness.
Seeing the freedom in the path you choose; now that's bliss!
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