Walking on the path.
Terrain mattering not to the passerby.
Everyone eventually walks this road.
As wolf or man.
Never knowing the way,
Not caring where it takes us.
Through the light nor dark.
Does it really matter?
Pride as wolf,
Fear as man.
Deciet in the deepest boundries.
Faith in the failing peace.
False entries decieving our eyes,
Sweet temptation.
But to make the path complete,
One must follow thy heart.
Pride taken from one,
And given to another.
Minds trap; a grave of thought.
Following the rules of the path of life.
For it is the only way to live.
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