some for speed do aim
the goal to get from A to B quickly, ever quickly
destined for a destination; barely pausing for respiration
they race at breakneck pace
to land in a different locale but the exact same place
while some the shunpike take
for thrift or caution's sake
a gentler way but still predetermined
route checked and rechecked the end confirmed
and though happier in the journey
their fulfillment found
in terminus
but you and me,
for us
no track, no path, no guide
we forge and forage our way
as over undergrowth we climb
no pavement to measure our tread
obscure we meander neither leading nor led
wayward on our way to who knows where
it really doesn't matter... as long as you're there
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