We stumble through
The dessert of our lives
In search of an oasis
That may not exist,
Desperate to reach
The far side before
We die of thirst,
Our only real hope
Is to keep moving,
One step after the next
Knowing if we can
Take the next step
And the next after that,
We might achieve our goal,
It is never easy,
There are always
Obstacles that get
In the way,
Not mountains or
Even quick sand
But pitfalls nonetheless,,
Any wrong step
Possibly becoming our last,
It is difficult to avoid these
And still look to where
We must go,
And yet we need
To keep our feet
On solid ground
The whole way through
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