Take This in Case of Emergency in the Bathroom.

The struggle of the Enlightened is no easier than that of the fools.
Even though I am equipped with some wisdom and tools,
With Ignorance no longer available to blame,
Any mistake knowingly made, inevitably lead to shame.
I will Endure till the end of my days,
not for what is after, or at the end of this maze,
but because of what the obvious implies.
And when I meet my earthen demise,
I will take myself, my Victory at hand,
And I will leave this godforsaken land.

Revised and Free verse Version:

The path of the Enlightened is no easier than that of the sleeping,
Bearing the knowledge and resolve that they, by nature, have,
Ignorance holds no claim. Any deviation from the path leads to self damnation.
The path curves as it pleases, littered with hearses of myself.
I do this not for what I have to gain, in this life or the next,
But for what I have to give.
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this poem doesnt flow very well, Any input would be appreciated.
*Redid the poem, no rhyme scheme of any sort. It doesn't quite feel like a poem. Perhaps a Happy medium can be found? Input appreciated.