We must get through each winter before the summer
And attitude turns with the weather
In the sun, everything is possible, neigh,
Necessary, and who are we to oppose this instinct?
I know not what calls me to travel -
Adventure, escape, love, or immortality
I have identified my world and cannot humbly phrase it,
We must move past the confines of comfort and throw ourselves into the unknown,
So the world can relatively place us among fitting counterparts,
For when I walk this path I know I cannot find my own
I must leave fait to energy and only hope for the best,
Not search for it
Triumph should come naturally.
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