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Life is likened to a journey With the destination less important Than all the things that we experience as we tread along our way Each step we take upon the path we face a moment rich in lesson where failure to learn from what we face dooms us to wander that path in circles Each face we meet along the path Potentially a friend or bandit Ready to offer a hand and comfort Or steal from you that which you value Beware these bandits you may face As their hand is swift, their tongue silver They will lead you away from your path And leave you lost at their convenience Hold close these friends you may find They will protect you and

You know your name your age your weight Where you are and what you see You've even brought yourself to think That you can possibly know me Hypocrisy denial and perhaps a lack of sanity all stemming from the fact that you dont even know yourself Where you're going what you want It's all a mystery but you seem to miss the clues the hints they're all shadows in the dark to you There's enough of you To get to know and find something to love you present a face so skillfully crafted from what you think you should be thought of Inadvertently you pull me around with the chain that I've handed over to the you that you