The road to success, I think I know,
It's paved with dreams that often grow.
But sometimes it feels too steep to climb,
And makes me wonder if it's the right time.
My heart must think it strange, I fear,
To chase a goal that's never near.
Between the start and distant end,
I wonder if I'll ever transcend.
I push myself through struggle's weight,
To question if it's just too late.
The only sound is hope's retreat,
As failure knocks with steady beat.
Success is distant, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I rest,
And miles to go before I test.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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