I sat quietly, gazing at distant sights
With blurred vision and a veil of mist
Sinking into unsynchronized thoughts,
Everything seemed cluttered and amiss.

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I envisioned a path, winding and unknown
Looking to the ever-changing North Star
I set sail, clumsy but in forward motion
Venturing into lands both near and far.

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Somewhere in the middle of the journey
I turned back with a hesitant gaze
Wondering if I should change course
Wishing for a light to guide my ways.

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My uncertainties remained unanswered
At times fueled with hope and energy
At others, tumbling into exhaustion and doubt
Neither sure if turning back was right
Nor if I should navigate possibilities ahead.

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And I heard a voice in my head
That whispered: "Adventures go hand in hand with life"