in my journey others call life
i kept giving up and let go
one by one my desires even piled grief
i naturally tightly held before
where my bed should exist
at the final point i firmly know
i will lose grip of that last thought
knowing that i let go my woe
now my struggle is to move
never to stop to pick or to pile
to be objective of what may impede
so i may forward go with no guile
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