She plodded on,
Onward and Upward
Creating a new path
Despite the tumbles
"This hard work would help
The Voice would become better
There'd be a new path
That'd be my work"
She thought hard
She thought long
And took this path
The new, hard path.
She failed to realize
The Voice was failing
That this work sapped
Its remaining strength
For now, the Voice needed
Not tough love but touch love
Not needles but nourishment
Not revolutions but recuperation
A rejuvenation to its former self
A restoration to its former glory
A replenishment of its former strength
The strength that was the Voice's and its alone
She realized it midway,
And looked frantically to the elixir
She looked with disappointment
At the uncompleted new way
Though she was sure
About the new way's need
She wasn't sure (if)
Her work was to satisfy that need
Her loyalties to the Voice,
She searched for another path
That took her to the elixir
In time to save the Voice
She wandered about
Dragging the Voice along
In the deep dark jungle
That obscured all the paths
She stumbled upon a path
That pointed to the elixir
It strangely looked similar
To a forgotten erstwhile one
"Tis the same, take this one"
The Voice breathed a small whisper
Drew a sharp short breath
And fainted on her bare shoulders
With the weight on her thin shoulders
She thought hard but fast
Decided to take the familiar path
And leave the new one for another day
She wasn't sure if she'd return
Return to finish this work
But she knew she needed new tools
For the game of this path is different
She wasn't even sure (if)
This path took to the elixir
But knew this one (was)
Better than the new one.
What surprises Fate has
She has no idea
Nor does she understand
Why she had to create the new path
All she knows is
To keep the Voice alive
She needs to be here and now
And move onward and upward.
Lets wish her good luck
And Godspeed in her work
To reach the elixir soon
To get the Voice again!
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