I see as you labour with so much stress
a passion to reach your quest, you obsess
Another journey saddled with distress
But the mountains ahead you must possess
The rocky paths crush your feet to digress
Your weakened eyes a sign of distress
as your soul contemplates whether to regress
such vague thought you choose to repress
Your breath so hot as you convalesce
With a fresh inborn desire to transgress
As you boost your determination to egress
And now your step begins to progress
The cloud so white like the spring cress
I can hear the resounding sweet sound of success
As you approached the finish line with such noblesse
And take the next step with so much finesse
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