Where do these roads leads to
may be i don't know
but if i tread with composed gait
i will reach somewhere although
if i complain the weather is bad
and stoop down broken and sad
the road will grow tiring and bore
and each moment will feel sore
if i feel direction loss
time is ripe for a mental floss
brood over conscious to toss
baggage burden cumbrous
feel light and feel the gloss
rise and shine,and tread along
the winding path seeming so long
for just around the corner lies
calm and blue skies ....
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