Where does your path go?
Thru brambles and burrs?
Does it draw you to avenues not ventured?
The path worn sure or one not explored?
Should not we travel there?
Why venture the ticks and the fleas? These are your curse because you are matter.
The world is a stage that with halfheartedness I engage.
Waste not I should but human nature pulls me to the ground.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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This speaks of otherworldly feelings and images that transcend worldly visions
A very interesting write, a sense of our insignificance in the wider universe, enjoyed the read
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