April 11, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
A voyage sought, that can not be taught nor bought.
Hope inspired and an unwillingness to allow it to become umpired.
Missions are set and goals aligned and then again redefined.
A journey will be made as the game is meant to be played.
I know in my heart that fear has no place here, so I shall not be afraid.
Soon the request will be granted. Soon the quest will be disenchanted.
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