On treacherous paths we follow, blind and deaf

Filled with infinite peril far and wide

No where to run, no shelter in which to hide

One wrong move could mean most certain death

Indeed we travel through rough and rugged terrain

Through winding hills, narrow valleys, over bottomless pits

Through desne forests, crooked caverns, endless labyrinths

Terrifying, relentless, and brutal, yet still worth the pain

For existence is a gift, though taken for granted

Life works out for the best, though you never planned it

Often our greatest ideas come from our mistakes

Some end in great triumph and others in heartache

But it’s better to feel sorrow, joy, and all the rest

Then to remain unattached, feel nothing, or live meaningless.

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