Each journey is the same
A to B spelt out in name
From giant's stride
To pounding leap
Deserts dry
Oceans deep
The baby steps of kismet's game
Silent voices
Talk of shame.
New stories told
As the roads unfold
Old yarns unwind
On the path behind
Yet we search for truth
Where light may blind
When darkness is its own comfort
The solace there for all to find.
If there is a rule
It may just be
There are no rules
If there is a way
It may just be
The first step you take today
If there is a path
It may just be
The joys in life that make you laugh
If there is a final destination
It may just be
The guard's flag dropped
At the previous busy bustling station.
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