There was a road I travelled, long and hard,
The misplaced musings of a mind distraught by sin and man and God,
And I toiled with the toilings of one demented,
Sweat of the brow and agony of the brain,
And I pushed with the pushings of a mother in labor,
Striving in vain to give birth to my swollen dreams.
Then I reached the end of this road and found not a respite,
Not even a cliff from which to plummet in hopeless triumph,
But yet another path marked with suffering and pain,
Another road untraveled, unmapped, unknown;
And so I took it:
God alone knows why.
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