I have walked this lonely road and occasionally find myself
looking back.


Looking this way, 
that way and all around,
 I find myself stumbling
 through yet another town.

 My clothes, tattered and torn 
and shoes all worn out,
 the people always are looking
 and have something to shout.

 It's the words
 that people say
 that keeps
 me on my way.

 As I look around
I think of my past,
 I see me as a person
that's been moving not very fast.

 The streets are sometimes empty
 and a lonely place to be, 
but I have found
 that this is the world that was chosen for me.



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