Path

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Twists and turns make the path hard and long
In the shadows things not seen, nor feel they belong

Little sounds, loud noises stop us in our tracks
move on,  climb over logs that bar the way
keep on moving,  I say

move brush aside that would slap our face
we must continue with our constant pace

Stay the path, or lost we will be
When we get to the end only then will we  see