For my destiny,
with my blistered feet,
on unfriendly desert,
i went on,
breaking up in pieces,
that was just a mirage,
all my efforts,
vanished in a mirage.
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A very good poem, sometimes what we strive for, when we finally get there it is nothing. just a mirage. Tango.