Walking many miles
Along the snowy aisle
Lost in the wilderness
Trying hard to smile

I never had a reason
To tell what I had to say
But, things topple as they may
And they get clogged along the way

Living on the edge of a life that is
Smeared by tales of signs along
Never do we care to smile through this pathway
Never do we bother to sing a song

Life is a purpose for those lofty souls
Who challenge every hurdle with a grin
Calling tis a mission or a pursuit of joy
A name that matters most than the desire to win

There are those people that machines make
In a life filled with noise and fake
Building a paradise that is lost in wilderness
Where peace and humanity is nobody's take

A life shaped by beliefs
A life built by trust
A will, which happens on its own accord
That will not sieve the smoke off the dust..

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