I walk the pitter patter of life, perusing the paths both sweet and bitter.
Searching for that jive, that clicks with my chit and chatter.
A purpose, a dream, a thought most dapper.
A brilliant excuse, a reason to factor.
For life is a journey, that deems to bother.
Doubts most hearty, and hopes that shatter.
Eclipsed by the many, the one lies unknown.
Amidst the dark truly, the bright disdains the norm.
What speaks the truth only, can never be seen nor known.
For the heart lies oft heavy, unperceived and outshone.
What fed my joys daily, is the promise of the dream.
This constantly sweet litany, of might and could have beens.
For even if the nights, did cower the end of days.
The dawn will then relight, and recover the hopes that stays.
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