The red heat burns the flesh,
And the dark waters seem so soothing.
The green forest is so inviting,
And voices call from within it.
But the simple muddy road is what I take.
If I let them, the reins will take control,
And the horses shall speed towards the brick road.
The brick road, upon which I once travelled.
But the day grows longer as does my smile,
And I march on without resting for a while.
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