The long path

Thought I knew more than I did

Don’t know whatcha don’t know

When you’re too young

to even know

A wee Scottish Lass with mighty pipes

once sang know who you are

in every age

On the long path

I have found what she meant

All consequence, no quarter

Yet I breath still

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