Ride as a PATHFINDER

Up head lies myriad trajectories. All distinct they are differing to destinies. Plenty of subway passing by; all distracting my focus; still leading me to somewhere. Almighty time worthy describing the prospects; but it won't tell. Nature, the one to speak, am not worthy understanding her language. Now, its all on my own in the middle of nowhere, marching with the light of my past and wonderful creation of my mind. Watching for paradigm, certainly doesn't imply on me: I WANNA GO FOR A RIDE AS A PATHFINDER. A living that is one in all.

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