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STANZA 1
The best roads are those not on maps
The dirt ones that are newly trekked
Shifting seamlessly into rocks and cracks
Hiked by all manner of life
STANZA 2
You travel beside a river going bloop, bloop
And follow the splish splash of wooden debris
Stop near the tiniest of frogs plop plopping across your path
As they traverse back into their section of the wood
STANZA 3
Running into a tree, overgrown, that fell on your path
Makes you turn back, regroup, and continue
STANZA 4
Who cares how many
Steps you’ve tracked
Or loops you’ve lapped
Or how fast you’ve trekked
STANZA 5
You’re caught up in the minutia of it all, the journey, the sprawl
Of God’s dangerous and wonderful creation, which you’re part of it all
You think the whole world has opened up to you, but
In actuality, it’s just a part of the world, which you also belong
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