I AM ON AN UPHILL RIDE
WHAT WITH THE PAST
MIRED IN MISERY
SQUALOR, TEARS AND TANTRUMS
BE NOT AFRAID OF
PORTENTOUS DARK DAYS TO ENGULF
LIKE A FEVERS RELAPSE AFTER A COURSE IN ANTIBIOTICS
DARE THEM WHO ARE WONT TO BELIEVE
SUCH OPTIMISM SPELLS DOOM
NAY I SHALL BE HONEST TRUE TO MYSELF
TO AWAKEN TO WIDENESS
IS A CHOICE NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU FELL
I SAY I AM THE MOST BLESSED MAN
IT IS ACONVICTION
A CERTITUDE BELIEVING SELF AND GOD
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