Wander
Praying to a god I hope to see
Trusting there is a pot of gold in the end
Opening paths for others to continue the trek
Stacks of bodies at crossroads
Eerie smiles, happy to have cut back a shrub
Sweat drenches my back as I walk paths barely carved
Looking into the forest where treasures may gleam
Where the only way to see the path is walk
And see how others have walked before
And where
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