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Sun rise, sun set.
Looking forward what I’m at.
A target to the whole life’s bet.
Then I see.
Wondering how worldly I was wondering.
Counting what daily I was counting.
Piece of paper on the desk.
Kinds of sorrow in my mind
I cheered.
Not for the start , but for the end
I lost.
Not for the truth, but for the false.
Life is coming up, I am following.
Looking, wondering.
Two roads diverged in a wood.
And I took the one less traveled by.
And that has made all the difference.




