Mind filled with frantic feelings as he looked into his way
Through the horrendous dark forest over wild hay
Once it was stark as pavement of park
It’s difficult for one to run who get used to stroll
Once he was Envious of those who run very fast.
Notion shattered as he looked into their past
From most disconsolate path they’ve made their way
Rest on thorny beds but still flowers sway
Patience, perseverance makes the best of all
Once who was afraid to stumble, now rose after fall
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