The inner path indeed I trail
and with stubbornness there i prevail
where the deeds and misfortunes are attained
do not always in correct acts contained
my soul is always changeable
to be refining it i hope and care
maybe farseeing a dream intangible
but winners are those who dare
not that others are mirrors to me
but with their glories and hazards
and the odd missteps that i see
spares me a nasty thousand yards
in this path i trail with no aim
not steady and firm or indeed barge
more touchy friends like you i claim
with eyes wide open to see the big large
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