Simplicity
I walk down the path that leads to an unknown location starting to hurt my calves I take a stop at the station
I hurry until dusk traveling this earth I found a husk I traveled since birth
travel is my desire I enjoy every part I am not much of a buyer But I follow the chart
On this map I follow That might end up hollow
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