All your teeth can fall out,
Your gut can be pierced by a searing pain,
And your world left in doubt.
Your height can diminish with each growing thought,
The importance lent to things can vanish like air,
You can be stripped of all that you think makes you,
But you will still be there.
And the path at that point will be totally different,
Than the one that you saw for yourself,
And even than the one that you would have actually stepped,
And you'd still end up where you were always meant.
So, it's alright,
If you take a misstep or two,
They are only routes along the way to where,
You were always meant to go to.
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