The road between the promise and the now
Stretches in dust and unanswered delay;
It asks for faith with neither why nor how,
And tests the heart that chooses still to stay.
Each step is marked by doubt we cannot see,
By turns where hope must travel without sight;
The path demands persistence silently,
And strength that grows through effort, not through might.
Along this road, old certainties fall apart,
Ambitions learn the cost of moving slow;
Yet walking on refines the willing heart
More than the goals we rush so hard to know.
For not the end, but roads like this, it seems,
Teach us the worth of patience, loss, and dreams.
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