the paths they cross as many do
they intersect to twist and turn
stretching on so far, so long
to places i have not yet learned
the people leave at their own whim
to these uncharted lands
no thought to fear or care of strife
come they in merry band
the roads may be kind or cruel
depending on the day
the bitter snow or icy rain
can drive one mad, some say
Traveler you chose this road, too far too long
too different from home and where you belong
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