Go as a pilgrim and seek out your quest,
Far from the comforts and well-lit avenues of life,
Only to bet your soul against the human unknown,
Seeking intimate wealth in the company of friends,
To experience lust, love, anger, tears and pain
Only to survive to see another moonlit night alone,
Then will you be at peace with yourself
And to be able to say, I am my best friend,
As you look down the farthest side of your life with age,
Fulfilled and understanding in all, and truly content
to have lived a life that was of your own choice
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| Writing Prompt |
Many people talk about what they wanted to do with their lives... what they should have done, the lives they almost lived. Write a poem that captures this. |
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