There is a trail
There isn't a slightest clue
As to to where,
We follow it
In search of an end,
We walk for ages
Without any idea where
It'll lead,
Words and thoughts
Speak of a freedom that we've
Never known,
We can't leave it
Just continue along until
The day we die,
For this is the
Path of Life.
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Author:
PrimalHeaven (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2023 23:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Waxing philosophical.
- Category: Reflection
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