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You might say, “I long to chase this path, 
As far as it can go, to witness, feel and join,
The adventures of the wanderers. 
I want to mimic them, and do as they do. 
To dance as they dance and cry when they cry. 
I want to see their sun of joy and pain, 
When it rises and sets. 

Their ways are trendy, 
They speak and allies thunder with ovation
They appear and their peers cheer!
The world knows their names 
I will endure no more solitude! 
Boredom gnaws my soul; I want to go now!”

But heed me, friend, 
Can you flourish in this dance of shadows! 
Where humanity lies buried in the past? 
Behold! blood of innocent flows like a stream, 
In the hands of gannets who scour every corner 
To feed their greed, they loot and kill
And drink the stranger’s wine 
They are vultures that feast on the dead
The path swarms with scavengers, 
who brawls for your breath! 

A pack of wolves will prowl in scores,
And shower you with flattery, even worship 
They will sway to your tune with glee 
But trap you in eternal bondage 
You’ll be their puppet on a string,
Some will chatter your poverty 
And scorn your former clemency.

Listen, my dear friend Stop staring at me, 
March on, you do not see the way, I know
But march on! march through this fog of reality 
Open your ears wide, listen to the whispering voice
To the faint utterance in the still wind
Shun easy goings, my friend,
The path is riddled with traps 
Dodge them and stride ahead
You might finally enjoy, 
A taste of honey beyond joy, 
Living is no piece of cake!

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