In the hazy distance under a colourless sky,
A figure may be seen, tottering, stumbling forward,
On an unkempt road with no end yet in sight.
The nameless spectre's eyes scan a featureless earth
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The roads we choose may be worlds apart, But the way we walk them will always be the same. our destiny is shaped from the way we take our life, with all its problems, and joys............very fine philosophy of life. thank u. tony