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The Wanderer
Those roads that go nowhere I take, For nowhere am I bound. Strange paths to me are promises Of adventures to be found. I carry no compass, nor map — These are for those who return, And for those who follow after, Afraid the familiar to spurn. While a way lies open before me The past I will not retrace. I'll circumnavigate eternity Before returning any place. Never could I take a wrong turning, For all roads are one to me: All lead from somewhere to elsewhere — And there is my destiny. |