I think I should find a new place
A place for me to muse in pace
The bumpy road I tread each day
Makes worthy not misused, I pray
Air, water, fire n' earth together come
Guiding an untrodden path under the sun
Stormy weather passes bends sans fun
Uprooted trees make wood to please
Better unanswerable n' fail to cease
Mistakes happen in life repercussions
There's a waiting hope after concussions
Life's to be shared only with closed ones
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