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The world swirled ‘round
the many paths before me
Childlike stare piercing each one
As I chose,
a rough path surfaced.
The first steps rose
and I felt deeply
For soon, I was on my way
Hope rose within
Feet tamped the rocks
created a clean path far beside
The followers ran
Foolish, thinking of catching me.
I blazed a trail
Something new
Only the first get to see
The purity stood
a new plain
The opportunities boundless,
As I found the possibilities
On this new plain.
- Title: The Chance
- Artist: Lerimore
- Description: Another I wrote about a year ago. Oddly... it seems to be one of my few truly optimistic poems.
- Date: 10/15/2008
- Tags: chance
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