Walking


What if we just walked,
walked on a never ending road.
Where would it take us:
China, Russia, or Canada?
Or would we walk in one place,
never leaving the loving embrace of home?

What if we took a wrong turn?
Would we be forever lost between worlds
in the never ending universe
or would we just be knocking on death's door?
Hard mahogany with a bronze lion knocker.

We look at hundreds of maps,
studying thousands of paths,
conjuring millions of possibilities,

forever wondering,
where do we go from here.

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