For the Road.
Never loose the rains on your mind.
But if you do
Ride it to the sun.
Where it never rains.
It's clear which path is safe.
Your choice has sealed your fate.
Once you reach its end, it will be too late.
The cliffs edge is narrow.
If you fall
You will fall no further than the last.
And at the end you shall find,
Good deeds kept secret
Mean something truly sacred.
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Author:
\'JoeWolf, (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm not god... I'm not perfect... I'm no philosophical genius neither.
- Category: Reflection
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