Walking paths with no compass, through all the twists and turns.
Looking for a world we all wish for and yearn.
Pass the lit up towns brimming with life
Exploring decrepit structures of old
Armed with protection, hand with knife
To give myself the feeling of bold
Journey ends and I return
Bitter, worn, but with tales
Stories to tell those that await me
A face to greet me when through
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