As I walk along the cold forgotten path
I feel as though a shadow walks besides me
And though I feel no menace, hatred, or wrath

I wonder why I cannot, this shadow, see
But to stop along the path and delve deep
Into the gloom is a choice not meant to be

Along this cold forgotten path I must keep
I cannot stop for food or drink, I cannot
Stop for rest and never shall I stop to sleep

I must hurry, be swift or else be forgot
Time waits for some, but for me, surely will not

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