What is a life but many forces
that push and pull us ever forth
surprising gifts from many sources
nudge and direct us South and North
What is a life but a far journey
without direction, without goal
until our feet stand at the crossroads
appearing from a hidden knoll
What is a life but little footsteps
sometimes with purpose, sometimes not
yet since we're given our existence
why not then give it our best shot?
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