The longest path I've traveled
There’s no end to be seen.
Lonesome squeal up high in the trees
Nibbling on a nut stolen from a child.
As I stroll along the edge of a misty pond
A duck is trying to survive for god knows how long.
Sadness has taken over my entire being.
How can people be so oblivious?
Hundreds and hundreds of them
Rushing to reach some meaningless goal.
While the duck evaporates into thin air.
Rusty park bench invites me to sit for a while.
There’s an old man with a wise glimmer in the eye.
I have a feeling he’s about to share his wisdom,
But it’s way past the time I had to move on.
While the wildest of flowers blossom
I leave this spellbound park behind,
Where no soul has been left alone.
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