Once my thought was,
the straight road I shall follow no matter what
Though darkness was loaming
I chose no shortcut.
A believer of honest world,
a errand I ran and alone I thought I was
though on the road I was alone
when back and sideways I looked.
I enjoyed my errand.
Upon reaching my destination,
What a shock!
All my peers were sitting
waiting for me coated in dust,
A man who couldn't use a shortcut,
A thunderous laugh welcomed me.
My eyes aching from the dusty straight path
yet a difference I wanted to make.
The spectacles I couldn't afford to wear
and few cents to bribe the shortcuts guardians.
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