A Wayward Soul
With least resistance reconcile
The truest course to travel
The distance can’t be kept in miles
A wayward soul no map to follow
Directions held within your heart
The answers pure and simple
A journey set out from the start
Littered with threat of peril
Through many obstacles maneuver
Upon your path be true
And reach the place to whence you've come
Set perfectly for you
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