journey
Worn tired boots
Troop through an outstretched winding road.
Strolling through razor sharp thorns.
Blowing tumbleweed smash into them.
The leather droops in exhaustion.
Lost luck luster long ago.
Discolored from the beaming desert sun.
By AC Let me take you to a place I like to go, when I’m looking for some answers to the many, many questions about things that I don’t know.…
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