Varied are all colors
and motley shaded hues
Recalled few memorable
some daubed in blues
Furrowed been paths,
incredulously designed
By destiny or tragedy
paradoxically aligned
Chase remains active
come rain or be shine
Purpose a bit elusive
at end of toed line
Sought amongst wilds
where all pilgrims go
None better awarded
than knew since ago
Introspection dipped in,
to deepest heart's core
Chords stayed untouched
with dismal end score
Self denial was practiced
deprivation too engaged
Sociability thrown out
even sanity got outraged
Then collated my thoughts
rediscovered a new stance
Where words are my company
and intricacies I romance
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