Farthest one may traverse
in pursuit to seek and find
A panacea for complexities
and stimulus for the mind
Unable when to distinguish
causes which fuel concern
End should not be looked at
but to beginning must return
Nothing seems improbable
acceptance most of it all
Setbacks are not impediments,
on reversibility often befall
Let fresh canvas be unsullied
with new easel, paint and brush
Strokes will mask dreariness
with new hues and tints lush
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