Once I knew the way to go,
Knew the path I had to tread,
Now I feel I've lost my soul,
Somewhere on the dusty way.
Though the path is long and cold,
And I may never see the end,
Still I travel, young and old,
On this path without a bend.
The hill is steep, but still I climb,
A dusty staircase to the sky,
The earth is open on each side,
A rift that leads to nowhere I can hide.
I know that I can never stop,
Never fail and never falter,
I am the last to walk this path,
The others fallen in the past.
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