The route begins beyond the

next corner; the guardian of

travel, a watchtower circling before

fires, creating a new path.


Every village has desires dampened

by lack of challenge; where breaths

wait for courage to pass over

new found eagerness.


A few have conquered the fear,

walking into new places, defeating

chance, opening reality.


The heat of thought becomes a desert

unless the words we believe

become the first step.


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