a tree cannot know . the sensation of travel . and doesn’t need to
there is no limit to the places we can go while we’re sitting still
the distance traveled in one’s imagination cannot be measured
there is no right path there is only the path that we travel on now
even standing still there can be inspiration to get out and roam
where the trail divides we can each go our own way or travel as one
to get out of town even for just a weekend relaxes the soul
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