I thought there was a way that I could chance
to get me to the tallest mountain’s height;
I seemed to be both capable and bright,
but had no thought of how I could advance.
The world I knew as straight had gone askance,
and I am left with horror, and with fright
for the path ahead leads straight toward the night.
Should I choose life when all now seems in vain,
the way ahead is only dirt and clay,
the worst pretense of an advancing road
towards an ending that ‘s as clear and plain
as the appearance of a brand-new day,
and bearing now a painful heavy load.
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