THE JOURNEY
Don’t you see? That we’re too free,
Drifting like whispers on an endless sea.
We could walk where no roads remain,
Sit beneath trees in golden rain.
Let time’s soft leaves fall on my face,
Let go—give up the endless chase.
Let’s journey not for thirst or gain,
Not for pleasure, not for pain.
Not for fear or fleeting pride,
But just to walk, with time as our guide.
To vanish, to fade, to simply be,
Lost in the road, wild and free.
No matter the distance, no matter the time,
Only the journey—yours and mine.
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