Marching as I go,
Falter could be the run.
But the ride is solemnly mine,
Occurrence could encounter fun!
Episodes of confusion may prevail,
Being lost could bring the right road for once.
Days could be devoid of food,
Homesick would be the mood for a month.
It could be a no man’s land after all,
Pockets would have to bear the brunt.
But a whole new world awaits,
Enriching would be soul’s vibe upfront.
A montage of unseen thrills and joys wait,
Who knows life might surprise at every turn!
Live life…while on the run!
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