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My Ultimate

These lanes of life,

These unsure dark passages

I don’t know

But I simply flow.

These passages lead on and on

And then sometimes seem

Dark and distant

Small and instant

At other times,
They are light and sure

To me they may lure.
At times, I hear the voice,

Voice which I can’t sense,

And is distantly dense

But its there,

Leading me to somewhere, some ultimate,

For which I may be late,

But is certainly in my fate.

I wait,

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