Every step I took, a path distant stretched
Pockets overflowed, still more I fetched
The distance remained and I kept walking
The chase was thrilling, so I kept stalking
A name to earn or to be overjoyed
Desire love or wealth until you're cloyed
The sick will plunder, so know the cure
A mind that is calm, a heart pure
The clock strikes, now caught surprised
And all that's left is a man unsure
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