Follow the sound of your heartbeat, for it beats seventy times
what you want to do.
Every thump, every beat, every sound in it’s conviction is true.
Go out on that road that calls to,
your steps upon it, the path unknown, cleared for you.
Forge your way through this quarry of hard stone and
desolation,
The end of which rests your elation,
Perhaps your salvation,
From your own created damnation.
At the end of this road, you must stand,
And face your destiny as the man,
You want to be,
With all your temerity, and resolution.
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