A Promise…

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I have made a promise
To myself
To keep on walking
Until the end
To persevere
Against all the odds.
‘Coz when it gets tougher
The rough gets rougher.
The bets are higher.
The winnings greater
Just need to stick a bit long.
Smile, sweat and song.
It is a lone struggle
Against the very nature
The lessons of yore
Stacks of customs and mores.
A steep incline
I climb and climb.
Sores on my feet
Fire in my soul.
Now that I see the path.
I can’t do nothing but walk.
To be willfully blind
Is the height of folly.

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The Path…

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The dark path or the path towards light… It’s a choice… The path towards light is good, is right…. But the dark path – oh so tempting!

I resist the temptation…. Moment by moment…. A moment resisted is a moment conquered….

Keep resisting… Keep walking…

Life in Binary…

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A keen sense of loss,
Intense is the desolation,
Dreary seems the world,
I’m going through the motions.

The motions that are necessary,
If you want to call yourself alive,
Though I do wonder what use is life,
When it’s just meant for pain and strife.

Or is one meant to,
Conquer all and emerge a hero?
What use is such analysis,
If the only denominator is zero?

The zero that begets infinity,
An infinity of life and death,
And whatever goes in between,
A recurring chain of binary!

All human lives and actions,
Replaced with zero and one,
That I see no exceptions,
Similar patterns, unique none!

Now I see the code of life,
Everything is suddenly clear,
There’s no pain or strife anymore
Only the path to action!