The Path


All the different faces
Different looks,different places
Dusty roads to Golden Gates
A rare smile on a face that hates
The fork in the road,a moment misplaced
North,south,east,west
Over the bridge and to the left
To the ocean another conquest
Back to the desert heat
Nothing more on my feet
Another person passes
Says nothing,just glances
How long should I walk?
It's been hours,almost dark
The sun has finally set
Time for my body to rest.

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