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I've walked so many pathways not at all,

and sat here wond'ring what will find me next;

I've strode the same direction every fall

while thinking that it differed from the rest.

The roadways always stay upon some path

that keeps us going time and time again,

but nothing in such climes will cast the wrath

that burns - yes, burns - with fire against the rain.

What use is wand'ring with no darkened eyes,

or living in a world outside of strife?

If anyone would save me from such sights

no fate would stay my hand against his life.

With searching comes disorder 'gainst ourselves,

but understanding keeps dust off our shelves.