When the Journey Starts
When the journey starts
I fold my old mat and go away
Wobbling through bushes of life
As Owl the prophet hoots at me
And spear grass refuses to bow to me
But I trek on steadily alone and far
Towards the shores of existence
Where there is only one route
Of entry, no exit
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