The road ahead, long and arduous,
Fraught with doubt, tossed in the fray,
And as I struggle through the treacherous,
I dare not move, I must here stay,
Ignore the fear and wanderlust,
Prepare myself throughout the day,
For anything – come what may.

Taciturn or set in granite once,
Tantamount to the last way,
Not one more option held out before us,
Left no voice, with nothing to say,
But holding out, holding course,
I stand in rain, I will not sway,
Not yet to yield – come what may,

The last card is turned, the die is cast,
Tally up the price to pay,
I look skyward to see what may be last,
Ever here I won't go away,
Results, fizzle or blunderbuss,
A stoic fate, I will portray,
The solid soul – come what may.

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