The road less hiked
The dreary appearance of those who sloth along,
A few look to the horizon
With hope and joy they abound
Dreams of peace, Dreams of life
Fluttering about the wayward world
Searching yet not finding
They search the world these lonely few
In hopes of company
In hopes of answers
Following the bus yet not giving in to it's bastion qualities
Following along trails yet blazed
Forging through the yet unknown
The pioneers dream, loners walk through the land
Great joys being your own
Great pains being alone
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