Some spend a lifetime chasing success.
Others spend a lifetime becoming worthy of it.
We mistake the road for a destination...
when perhaps it has always been a revelation.
Every step doesn't shorten the distance.
It deepens the traveler.
The abyss is not where we fall.
It is where we stop becoming.
Perhaps the golden gate
was never waiting at the end of the road.
Perhaps it has been waiting
at the end of the person we once were.
Is this life our only masterpiece...
Or do our souls return to finish the brushstrokes we could not complete?
What do you believe?
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Slam poetry By Lucyalia
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