We are born on an untaken path,
We start walking.
We walk and walk
Suddenly on the sides,
We see things.
We see faces and other people,
We see art,
We hear music,
We taste food,
We start to grow.
We keep walking the path,
We hit obstacles and road blocks.
We push through.
We learn to solve problems,
We continue.
We meet others walking on paths of their own,
We create friendships,
We discover love and companionship,
We construct families.
We carry a blanket stick of accomplishments,
And memories,
And deeds.
The path begins to fade and become worn,
We lose friends,
We lose loves,
We find the path hard to follow.
We reach the end of the path,
Alone, worn, tired, and broken.
Finally, there’s the cliff,
No bottom in sight.
We plunge into the dark.
And nothing.
William B. Travis High School
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