Chapter Five-Open Ground

The end of the path, the end of my head.
Was something I did not dream to expect.
There was nothing but open ground, which connect all four paths together.

How could it be that no matter which path we take, we still end up wandering alone and without a trace.

The worst truth of all is that will keep going just to turn around.
 My feet find my way back time to time.
What I lack I do not wish to satisfy. 

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[SmittyJas]

Lost in the forest again would want to do this alone I would die of thirst or hunger in a weeks time.