Did you remember your keys?
Did you remember your path?
"It all led here! It all led here!"
You shouted at the end and then pressed on.
You shuddered through the cold and sweated through the heat,
Laughed with the thunder and got lost in the silence.
There's art in the challenge and beauty in the trials;
By the way you wear your worn skin so well.
What was it like running beneath the falling embers?
Those crimson sparks that drifted like snow.
What was it like running long after the path ended?
I'm proud that you made your own.
Oh how you fell and fell and fell again
With each one further than the last.
But still you keep rising
And still you keep running.
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