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Roaming roads, eating asphalt mile to mile
Never had a place to stay
but always he prayed for better life to had
Old two bags were his only friends
With them his time he spent
Day to day without destination he walked,
even if the rain were started
He was lonely by present dayÂ’s standards
but that he never thought, he had his bags he loved
One lovely summer day he hiked
through hills he stumbled
Without purpose the lonely man walked
to these hills of green grass and dark rocks
While the road he has walking he saw one beautiful sight
Young daisy, bursting out of itÂ’s bud of a flower
Man asked where she was going, but got no answer
Daisy just yawned and continued walking
Man bathed in his frustration, but continued hiking
He was left alone and never saw daisy again
Only thing he earned was the disappointment
The drag of his friends, alone he walked through hills
and slept under bridge. Never asked no one again
the destination they went