Goes the man, on his way

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 It takes years to build a man worth the words

Walking his own path irrespective of herds

Is it good, is it bad? who's to say

goes the man, on his own way


Whatever it takes

long hours short breaks


breaks that ache from restlessness

living is running to harness

Towards the stress of being complete

From ages and ages of duress


dark day, darker the night

who's to say the way is right

Its the gait and the face

The strait laced ace

and respect from gates

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