As I sit here vacant and drowsy my mind wanders, blazing trails.
Where is hope? What do I hope for as I seek the sun in my life?
May I make a drum with reeds? Or should I blow the conches of my mind?
Blazing trails my mind goes ever forward, ever towards the source of light,
Blazing trails my mind wails with the Summer Breeze
Not one to slight and tease, my many doubts, my many misgivings
As I blaze trails in the Sun, leading Victory is here.
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