A lone man was walking somewhere,
Along the secluded path’s solace,
Brave walk to some distant place,
Eyes had tear,
As step-motherly fate never hear,
While, the only prize of his long race,
Jewelled his brow with grace,
Still, the destination nowhere near.
Looked it like a journey to infinity,
The only success of the footsteps
Was the maintenance of their pedigree,
Destiny followed to wipe them out without pity,
And the failure waited for momentary lapse
By the man, to fill its belly hungry.
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