The Marks We Leave
At the crack of dawn , we get up , We tread through the unknown . People look at us , watch us . To the woods we have flown , Striving for a better life , Into the mystic hollows . Until , one day , we leave and don ’ t come back .
The watchers wonder , where we have gone ? Curiosity hooks them on . They look at us , the paths we made , They traipse slowly along . They see glory , wealth , fame But they still follow The abstruse paths , snaking on Into the arcane mountains they walk upon .
Jason Ye
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