I have not traveled on a path to impress,
With assumed expectations.
Or have my eyes on prizes I did not create.
Not a part of it has been safely paved,
To expect my steps freed of obstacles to face.
Or had I guidelines to follow to avoid opposition.
Only with faith and mistakes made to correct,
Did I without doubt continue my journey.
And those who took smooth and easier routes,
With designated destinations in colorized depictions...
To find themselves protesting the serving they taste,
Of that which they have produced with preferences made...
Should blame themselves and not others,
For stubborn decisions they alone condoned...
And effectively put into place to initiate a deluded grandeur.
Although unexpected disappointment is not theirs to erase.
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