No matter how shallow,
Even with a bridge built of strong timber,
You must never e'er go,
For what awaits beyond the entreaties,
Are devious intents,
Woven to ensnare and imprison you,
Then when you look back, you will find a fence,
You will have lost all that you left behind,
With nothing gained ahead,
All you grew will wilt away and decay,
For not having been fed,
For carelessness,
Like so often before,
Your mistakes should not define what you are,
But you should certainly make them no more.
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