You'll pass over a few bumps along the way. You will. You have too. But you'll dive around others, too. Losing hope- well sometimes that's just part of the ride. Burnt bridges. Maybe a few candles to light your way. Only if you're lucky, though. Sometimes you won't be. And that's okay. You can't control your path- but the hero of your story has always been you, you know?
You, with your wit and your skill. You play a mean game. You wield a quick blade. So don't you worry about the few stones and pebbles. Or the oceans and rivers in your way. Because you haven't been lost. At least not since the beginning.
Happy New Year everyone, It'll be okay
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He wears his heart
safety pinned to his backpack
His backpack is all that he knows
Shot down by strangers
whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul