I'm five hundred miles away from home,
In a place that's unknown to me,
The paths are winding,
Leading to a thousand different worlds.
It's now my habit to walk alone,
Don't have any reason to complain.
I can't stop,
My feet won't let me do so,
I just want to move on,
And discover the unexplored.
This road is my shelter,
The rivers quench my thirst.
I find directions by gazing the stars.
Don't know where I'm going though,
Just moving on and on.
Give me a compass and a handful of sand,
And I'll continue my journey,
As far as I can.
I'm at the cliff now,
Seems like a dead end,
But I feel, the world is not enough,
There is always something that you haven't seen.
So, I won't stop here, and try to go beyond this line,
I know, I might sound insane,
But, I'll walk ahead...
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