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A Simple Walk


As I walk this unknown path The path that takes me to seven worlds, The path like never before The path not full of riches but glory My path brings this weary body to a halt. In my path ahead I see not hundreds But thousands of creatures. Creatures so full of anger This land ahead covered by water On every side. This giant mass of rock full Of intellectual creatures from head to toe. These creatures clearing my way I continue on this path That yet brings me to another halt. This time not paused by intellectual creatures But civilized ones. The creatures minding their business Doing their daily dues as farmers Creatures of the day to feed the hungry. Finding no interest I walk forward Until the path ends. As the waves crash on the shore ahead of me. I swim until I reach a world full of white. This cold dark world where I wandered So I did not stay long for it had nothing to offer. Reaching another end I swim once more. I swam and swam. Until I reach a barren desert Full of hopping happy creatures With their heavy long tails. This world was small. For I was already into the next one. Never has my eyes seen such a pure Land of existence, Where man prayed in mountains Creatures with beautiful almond eyes. Giving me many joys, I did not wish to leave But I knew that there was nothing here for me. So the path took me elsewhere. Knowing this was the last world. I continued on the path As I saw progressing landmasses Full of beautiful towers. Towers that held thousands of years Of culture and love. But once again I carried on Tired I sat on a rock. This rock belonged to no world. This rock was mine. For I had fulfilled my purpose And it was time to leave Because this path had nothing to offer.
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