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This Path Leads To
My feet are too comfortable on this dirt path.
A path that goes through so many landmarks.
I see all forms of passion, pleasure, and joy.
I greet the locals and stay at the inns.
I sleep in their motels and forget about myself, and dream that I've lived here all along.
But I leave.
Maybe my travel funds ran out or the citizens start moving away.
I try to follow them but I end up back on the dirt path.
An endless path.
No conclusion.
No final destination.
No family or home to be greeted by at the end.
I walk.
And walk.
And walk on this road.
Even if I run out of water I still walk.
If it gets cold, I walk.
If I, ever so rarely, get sleepy,
I still walk.
The oddest part is.
I forgot how I started this path in the first place.
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Tony Starquavious
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