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the road less traveled

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the crowd moves onward in a constant flow,
Like a giant wave of flesh.
The road they travel is well paved,
But filled with darkness and despair.
Still the continue on.
Until one man goes against the grain,
Moving against the giant wave.
From a distance the crowd looks the same,
As if moving in one direction,
But if you look closely you will see,
A turning of the tide.
One man heads the wrong direction,
Or so the people think,
But he is just haded the other way,
Towards the light of shining day.





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