By Bryan Wegman.
Paths carved
Trails walked over
Repeatedly
The old trail is grown in
No finding it anymore
The new trails filled with danger
But I don’t mind
Keeps me wondering all the time
Who knows what’s at the end of this trail
I’m told death
But I have only seen
Life
I’m told misery
But I have only seen
Happiness
Where this trail will go
I don’t know
But I’ll keep wondering
Till I find myself there
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