the new day's light shone upon the landscape with the feeling that I could accomplish what I would set out to do
making each hour fly by like the birds in the sky
I would no longer be at the mercy of my feelings
and I would carve out the future with the idea that I was more than what I was the day before
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Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
