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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