You turn around to see the view
Of this mountain you are climbing
It is still brand new
A journey
Of self-discovery
Every step
A will of hope
So much has been done
Accomplishments
So much to live
No more lying
Wishing for an end
The start of a fight
You see the reflection
In all around
Satisfied
With all that you have found
Pain, regret
All no more
Forgive the past
So you can soar
Wandering your path
Just like a dream
Twisting, turning
No in between
This life is yours
To live and see
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Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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