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The Walker

Here I am,

stopped in the start of the road

with my travel-bag of wishes.

My ancient memory of feats,

that in other lives happened,

today will be my faith.

A long road

draws in front of me,

surrounded by holes and trees.

The sky guides my path,

a soul like compass,

destiny comes.

I belive in my force,

to reach the end,

and the victory of wishes,

that rules again.

Before I should

travel through,

learn with proofs

and wisdom.

I begin the road,

there will be heat and cold,

but I never will stop.