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The Unknown
If I could see what was waiting would I still walk this path? Or
would I trample dreams in solemn ground or
enjoy every breath?
I would roll the die and gamble faiths,
but the pessimist is too strong.
I'm not the willing, nor the wanting,
but the need for resolution.
Grant me the mind of the humble shrew
whose hunger doesn't devour him.
For my digging thoughts dig ever more,
and lose me in the dark.
So I walk towards the unknown,
faithless.
would I trample dreams in solemn ground or
enjoy every breath?
I would roll the die and gamble faiths,
but the pessimist is too strong.
I'm not the willing, nor the wanting,
but the need for resolution.
Grant me the mind of the humble shrew
whose hunger doesn't devour him.
For my digging thoughts dig ever more,
and lose me in the dark.
So I walk towards the unknown,
faithless.
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