My life is a voyage, not yet completely travelled
But i can perceive the boulevard glaring at me,
And sense my limbs on this scorched earth.
I know how to sketch my hopes,
While i seek my correct trail.
I can gaze behind me and learn from my past,
By remembering the memories that made me cry
And the times i laughed.
I perceive the times when i was honest
Or when i was cocooned in my lies.
I carry these memories,
And interpret them as a mission
To transform my voyage into a great one,
To fashion a future better than my past.
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