That old, dark winding road,
Adventures to unfold.
Walking on ancient soil,
A dark path without toil.
A path known by many,
So made known to many.
Walking with no hesitation,
Thoughts beyond imagination.
Journeying with much ecstasy,
Fantasy into reality.
Riches known by many,
So made known to many.
Seeing meadows to my side,
The journey I must abide.
Breathtaking sights, joyous plains,
The journey I put in chains.
The turn known by many,
So made known to many.
Wasted days and wasted nights,
Slowly dimming down my lights.
A fool am I wasting time,
Yond the meadow so sublime.
The truth known by many,
So made known to many.
Going back I saw the road,
That same old, dark winding road.
The adventure continued,
With much things to be pursued.
The path known by many,
So made known to many.
Written by The Epic Poetic Tenor
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