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one long walk I walk because i must, pacing my strides to get to the end... Is there one? Am I chasing a Wisp...? I dont know, dont wish to pause but each day I must. At a moonlit inn with the candle light and the knee high grass. Morning Comes, I must leave for another day of drudgery amidst the undead I know what I seek, the others don't A kindred spirit that knows no home. I'll walk beside him, a respiteful mile He knows its me, we dont talk A songbird dies,we just smile. Another inn waits, we swagger in A jolly drink, a toast to life We part ways, to renewed strife. Along the way, I see some sights hear some music, lose some fights. I win them too, for I still walk.... Temptation leers, the reaper sneers but I know I must, outwalk the jeers. I reach the ocean, the waves resound.... I walk barefoot, on the icy sands. The smitten walk by, holding hands. They pity me, my lonesome walk. I pity them, We're cheese and chalk. I leave these shores, let them wallow The hour's neap and the water's shallow. I walk through woods, both green and grey, they're not much different, to the eye. The big ones live, the little ones die. I see two eyes, that are my own only blinder, and more resigned. someone who was me , but chose to give in, chose to rest, when he should have walked. chose to listen, when he should have talked. Now here he dwells, at this inn goes out to stroll but, crawls back again. If the winds too strong, and the coat's too thin. He sees me too, lowers eyes admits defeat, admits demise..... I know the peaks, they're nearer home...... The ground is harder, the valley deep. I wont climb, the giant steep I must move on, though i like this inn I cannot cease, it is my sin. I am but, of course myself, my ego.