"Whispers of the Journey"

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This journey was never truly meant to be mine,
Yet I've stepped onto a path shrouded in mist,
Each step I take, the future hides its design,
The unknown stirs frustration, while foresight feels like a curse.

Time slips too swiftly to savor each breath,
All I have are fleeting glimpses of what touches my soul.
Life, in its quiet passing, often unfolds without me,
Leaving me grasping for what was once out of reach.

Now, all that's left is to seek what was always meant for me,
To embrace failure until I uncover the truth of this road.
I’ll listen for the whispers, the soft, guiding clues,
That lead me to the place destiny once promised.

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