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walking down trodden paths craving peace diluted, tepid, watered-down peace etched lines on weather-beaten faces craving release final, open, unfettered release crawling through today seeking simple moments of silence quiet, hushed, un-spoken silence where will this road lead? a dungeon of momentary respite a hovel of worn-down exhaustion where will this road lead? from yesterday's torment to today's promise from past regrets to tomorrow's solace where will this road lead? away from fear of regret of guilt of grief of wrath of needling stabbing truth where will this road lead? now embarked upon with halting steps gently treading between the thorns to that transient place not a destination a caravan-serai of hope a place of encompassing ease of shackles broken of hope released to that abode that elusive abode of peace