I have not reached the end of a road
But, machete in hand, forging my own
What more triumphant feat
Than to pave my way, beat by beat?
Step by glorious step, I march
Into unknown, my beating heart
Sets the rhythm from my chest
And thriving tone of my quest
A passion that feeds into itself
Ever-growing, cannot be quelled
Even bouts with chaotic domain
Only strengthen my heart in the end

Poetry

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