When faced with turbulent seasons
I weather the storm like a paladin knight
Constantly searching for my holy grail
So I may quench my thirst for happiness
Lost in a shadowed forest of poor choices
Yearning guidance from my round table
Drawing my sword I thrust forth my quill
Shield raised guarding my fragile heart
I pray my fate is not yet written in stone
For I've not yet vanquished life's dragons
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