Each day beckons a chance of rain
As the sun does a glint of shine
Fleeting pleasures or persisting pain
Crags to fall in or ridges to climb
By the wet wayside I wander
My destination feels faint and far
The lion’s roar of distant thunder
Becomes my gracious guiding star
For it assures me that my way is true
So I inch toward that ever candescent sound
Knowing the inevitability I’ll make it through
Even though I tread this unrelenting ground
I can slowly walk…
I can swiftly run…
I can smoothly fly…
I will not let life pass me by…
For what matters most to me
Is that I get to where I need to be
No matter how long it takes…
Destination
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