The path I’m walking is unknown,
by me or any other men.
The only thing I know is that
I need to move forward.
My path if filled with fire
and I need to walk through it
because fire terrifies me.
My path if filled with poison
and I have to drink it
otherwise it will kill me.
My path is filled with hurdles,
and I have to pass all of them.
Nothing can stop me.
My path is not easy,
I never dared it would,
My path is walked my kings and beggars,
this road makes no difference between us,
All of us that walk this road
have made the same choice,
the only one we could make.
No matter what we’ll get it through,
because this is the path of the man.
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