We wander down a dusty track
Care-worn, rutted with life's despair
Ahead a horizon we can never attain
Each side a ditch to catch the unaware
This track draws our feet onward
Instinctively on a forward move
Unable to turn back, we trundle
Forever in a worm-like groove
Perhaps the path is in a circle
Without side-road, fork or bend
A jetty hunched over an eternal lake
A voyage without an end
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