My dear,
The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow.
Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.
They’ll show where you’ve been, and where you’ve not,
And others will follow if the path fortune brought.
Tread carefully, but not so that you do not walk forward,
For only the snowman should stand still in snow, least you be thought a coward.
In fact, run – run with all your might,
Show that future of yours who’s boss, bring it fright.
Falsely yours,
A. Nonymous
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