Walking straight,
following the nose to the last breath,
taking each turn right,
nothing left to guess.
Toward the end of the rope,
a knot undefined,
waiting.
And there, only there,
you would find
There were ways,
other than the ones
you thought to be the only,
to experience life
for what it is
The many ''could have been''
could have been
but didn't
Yet in the end
what only truly mattered-
You dreamed each dream
for what it is
A worth that would remain
ever the unmeasured
Where would you weigh anyway
a night unslept
a day unlived?
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