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Which way do I go from here ,
which way my life will steer .
The light dim , so far away ,
A thick blanket of fog covers the day .
Feeling nervous, scared to go on ,
I call out into the unknown .
The air thick hard to breath ,
the stench of mud and dead leaves .
A trinkle of water running over stones ,
the branches thin , creeking like old bones .
Walking this dark lonely dirt road ,
What lies ahead still untold .
The breeze lighty blows , sends a chill down my spine ,
My way I am insearch of, the way I must find .