My Path does wend through weeds and streams,
And scales up mountains high.
It meanders through the woodlands low,
Then climbs to glorious sky.
It leads me into waters deep,
Where I fear that I will drown.
Then sunlit road will lead me up
To dry and higher ground.
My Path at times flows like a river,
Then the rapids flip me over.
Though soon I'm lead to sunny meadow,
Sweet with fragrant clover.
I'm not one to stay a course,
For I explore in all directions.
Traveling roads less seldom trod,
Experiencing new inflections.
Around and around, and around I go,
Some roads high, some roads low.
At times I'm struck between to and fro,
But I'm forever learning as I go.
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