The path welcomed us
and would in time become our life
what was once a means to an end
became woven deeply within

the hills that we climb,
the roses that we love
even challenges that we bare
become the smile we wear

choose carefully the mountain
for the one that welcomes you
and looks to be a means to an end
becomes in eternity footprints
etched within the soul.

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