I walk these barren lands
No purpose no aim
Roads and directions abound
All but felt the same
No flight no fight
No courage no fright
No weakness no might
Nothing wrong nothing right
Every path holds promise
Of pastures of treasure to find
But none seems greener
Than the oasis I left behind
Too late to turn about
Too far to stand
Only the long trudge remains
To the undesired pastures of fableland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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