Success begets success,
And I am just a starry mess of all things messy;
I have long forlorn victory,
and made merry in the knowledge that "success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed";
I have walked too far from where I began,
Tried and tested, Tired and rested,
I kept going.
Now, I see no more
Clouds fog the path ahead;
I look up and see no God,
No guardian angels,
I see the mirror
and I find my guiding light,
I find myself
and I find my fate.
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