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Wobbly steps,

uncertainty in quiet company;

I count lesser footprints,

as gut feel insists on taking control.

The front view fogs up occasionally,

creating navigation difficulties.

Each five minutes feels like an hour,

I pause and turn back,

thinking to retrace my steps.

Only it hits:

the path back vanishes with each forward step I take.

And the only option,

is straight ahead.

I take deep breaths of determination,

I take pauses of strength,

I continue my journey ahead,

on this less trodden terrain.