We're all made who we are,
by the roads that we have taken.
Whether brightly lit highways,
or dirt tracks long forsaken.
Our journeys here have forged us,
the miles sculpting both our souls.
As we have trekked along the streets,
journeying towards our goals.
We both travelled different routes,
perhaps not even knowing.
But it doesn't matter what roads we took,
but only where we're going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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