| A title most deserving To a person who claims to be lost But always knows The right turn For what begun as one path Turns into millions branches out into the distant world And one can only do just that.... To decide neither Say they all end in death Say that every path is hell And hades along the way F**K the trail Hike alone take the footsteps on any fallen ground step-up from any obstacle that is stupid enough to block you when it's sunny bring out an umbrella And when it pours wear nothing but your skivvies That way You can't be surprised when things go worse incase you have seek life from the sun Or have to go swimming in a flooded desert Nothing is what it seems And that is all is known To a Wanderer Directions don't matter All that matters is if You have a Pair of shoes To Carry you all the way To Heaven.... from this hell so that despite lies You will Find Peace sigh |
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I can't help thinking, Mr. Sigh, that a sigh is a sound of giving up. Of letting the flow take you, of letting fate run its course, of regret over an incorrigible son, a lost cause... to use sighing as a motto is something that highly discomfits people because it is, as a yawn, possibly contagious. And people want to go on living, Mr, Sigh, without dwelling too much on past regrets if possible, without giving up. With happiness, clarity, purpose, and will.
We as humans were born to thwart our author.