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And there were a thousand things I didn't choose,
Intricate paths where I got lost,
blurred footprints on a ground of history,
dark roads, paths of glory,
each step an echo of what I could have been.
Came the laughter of hands I opened,
the sweet smiles, the calm in the fog,
and also the tears that flowed relentlessly,
a deep river that swept my faith.
The good and the bad, in subtle dance,
embrace me and bite me, with voices that cry,
memories and dreams, life treasures,
and in each heartbeat, a mystery to be.
And though I did not choose, into their arms I fell,