That written, defines destiny,
This futile, effort to alter,
The past, present and future.
Blots, what are the scrolls of life.
Since inception, raw and in quest,
I seek answers to those questions penned.
Never in thought and action, has guidance,
Been from that inked.
In vain I scribble
Illegible as always.
The epiphany dawns at the pinnacle,
of this journey traversed.
Weary,I now know,
I write that which is written.
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