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A poem about searching
I seek a new horizon
I sense it’s just ahead
I keep on going towards it
As the dream spins in my head
The road I seek has curves and turns
I yearn to see the way
I promise myself every day
To search the right and narrow way
I always keep my head up
The bumps ahead are deep
The homes and trees rush by me
Each one of them a bleep
As I count the coming days
This force still drives me on
Through thick and thin
My wheels must spin
Towards that far horizon
My legs and arms are tired
I begin to question why
Will I reach my destination
Or will it quickly pass me by
If I shall fail this journey
If I shall lose this time
I’ll hang my head in sorrow
Then write it in a rhyme.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #386)
