Men arise,
after their nights rest,
and venture forth,
in their quest.
Some with plans,
others not a clue,
moving towards,
what they will do.
Events unfold,
most unforeseen,
courses altered,
as well as dreams.
At days end,
when men reflect,
it's the journey,
that does perfect.
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