don't expect me to follow,
i might not tread,
the woods down the road are heavenly,
i might trade them off for solace...
i won't be gone for long,
but then if you decide to move over,
don't expect me back,
i might find a new journey...
the small nest where the bird hides,
the leaves where drop resides,
the shore where waves loose momentum,
the oceans where rivers fall....
all is meant to be,
i rather be a warrior,
of my very own battlefield ,
then to follow someone's light....
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