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  • A solitary wanderer,
    I wish I was,
    Free to roam
    the world,
    And stray away from the
    safe path,
    Where the strong current is pushing me
    the trail trodden smooth by too many footsteps.

    Sick of staying safe,
    sick of the thousand-year
    routine with the
    ocasional strayer from the group,
    I dream to wander
    along the mysterious overgrown trails
    sprouting from the main.

    I wonder if I could
    pull together,
    as some of the great people in history did,
    the courage to break away from everyday
    And explore, and share,
    A new way of life
    in those dark,
    lone-standing paths.

    People who take those trails,
    who stray from where everyone is going,
    are not apreciated, I know.
    They are even abused.
    How cruel can humans get?
    Is it a crime, to let your thoughts wander to far,
    to dream too much?

    Stripped down and exposed,
    you can see that it's really
    the strongest forces in the world against
    some handfulls of people who want to
    move forward
    and make life more colorful
    and change.
    God made the world this way for a reason,
    but I will not ponder that now.

    Taking a stroll in the woods right now,
    I shuffle through the thick leaf bed,
    surrounded by people
    pushed by the flow to go from here
    to there
    without any stops to smell the flowers.
    This big main trail
    is a bloody gash in the earth,
    a wound.

    The birds Chirp some distance away,
    not above the trail,
    and I wonder what paradise they're in.
    I must join them.
    So, pushing against the current,
    I take the tiny trail with no sign.
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