The Top
Two roads slightly curved into different directions,
I refused to merge and went straight with no protection.
I trekked on for 6 years while dodging and deflecting
With no fears,
But always haunted by my own tears.
I'd peer up daunted,
In search of all the "whys"
But figured out in due time the struggle made me wise.
Atleast I was alive,
Atleast my heart was beating
Atleast I had air in my lungs and I was breathing.
I'd never be defeated,
I never seen it coming,
I put my two feet on the ground and hit it running.
I made it to the top
And saw the view from the summit,
Now take my last breath before I'd let you move me from it.
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