Path of life

I was never meant for great things

maybe greatness was meant for me

In this life we rise and fall

To the top and down again

like a spiraling stair case our journey never ends 

each step we walk, 

will make or break our humanity.

Yet in the end, we choose our own destiny.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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