Ahead dark and dismal,
Creeping slowly with lead boots.
The end of the path not seen at all,
Where the feeling of loneliness' suits.
Dark is everything in sight,
One way in, no way out.
On the contrary this path might be right,
Even with all directions pointing to doubt.
Who knows right and wrong?
Things in this place play tricks with no treats.
How we might have to wait so long,
In the end it's how you overcome defeat.
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