I gaze at the blue sky,
And I see a face very wry,
A face seems to be mocking me,
And another seems to be questioning me,
"Where are you headed?"
A question I've always dreaded.
For I myself do not know,
Into fire or into snow.
Walking alone on a path unknown,
With a thousand ideas of my own.
I don't know what lies ahead,
But I'll be walking until I'm dead.
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