uphill and down, hard on my aching feet,
it’s governed only by the laws of fate,
and you know always that the rules will grate
upon the mind. It is no common street:
The road is never simple, yet it’s straight
as are the scissors that define life’s rate
with length of cord, direct and always neat
it’s governed only by the laws of fate
and the immense, and ever painful, freight
born by the traveler; whether slow or fleet,
the road is never simple, yet it’s straight.
It never matters if you’re small or great,
when at the place where all the people meet
it’s governed only by the laws of fate.
This is the outcome of each human state:
You understand, and it cannot be sweet,
the road is never simple, yet it’s straight:
It’s governed only by the laws of fate
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