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Life is not always a steady walk. In the beginning, before words were formed inside comprehension, you saw the sign overhead. It read "Oh, dear babe, that which lies ahead is filled with trials, toils, struggle many a snare. Oh tiny soft pink skin, protect yourself, take care. Oh weak and worrisome traveler the journey is for the tried and true. For you may become tired, but the prize thine eyes must pursue." As you blossom like the flower and are fed like the seed, you learn to tread lightly and begin to translate the marks along the way. Headfirst straight to hell. It can be paved with good intentions and haunted by ghosts of past mistakes. They give chase with breath of fire. Although, they will fade away in time, the scarification of regret remains on your back as a reminder. You can not stand the heat, and make a point to avoid the kitchen. Scramble and trip with life's rocky terrain. Running up that hill. "Once again I say keep your eyes on the prize and your heart caged with infinite hope." The sun is bright in the distance but the way is not always well lit. Darkness and distraction are forks of unbeaten paths. They reach to me curved like fingers ready to sink in to my brain, or the motion calling me forward. I pray for blinders but free will is a *****. East and west consuming time and space. However just as the planets will align, so will your vision The golden medal of God awaits those with willful power. Even when the shadow of earth engulfs the light. "Thine eyes on the prize. Even when blind! Rest now oh weary one, for night has come at last." Tomorrow is a new day, filed with new opportunities. Leave the past in the past, as it can not be changed, and focus on the road ahead. North to the future.