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This journey I did not ask to start,
This life I did not beg to live,
This man I did not hope to become,
This world I did not wish to see.
I took my first step,
the earth I touched.
The trees sang by my steps
And the world came to my feet.
I took my first wife,
the vows I swore.
The trees shook with my promise
And the man broke from the boy.
I took my first life,
the terror I felt.
The trees wept for my sorrow
And the life perished in that war.
They watched me grow up.
These trees,
They sheltered my path
I know.
But obscured my path is,
This journey I did not ask to start.
And I ask,
How many roads until the end?
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