Not every trail is a road;
Simply walking doesn't lead one to the path;
Being a mere traveler doesn't define one as a wayfarer.
Even a wandering wayfarer treads upon a path.
Seeking paths in the journey,
Exploring multiple paths and directions,
Some lose their way, en route,
Forsaking both the path and the destination.
Not all journeys lead to the destination;
Even if the destination awaits.
Paths aren't meant to guide the wayfarer
along the journey.
At times, the wayfarer blazes his own trail.
Euclid can't grasp the gentle curves of the path,
Unaware that a straight route isn't always linear,
A winding path as well can be easy and straight.
Routes diverge along the journey,
converging and intertwining,
adorned with twists and turns.
Many people, many paths;
Each forges their unique journey,
none shares one's way.
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