Dismal , sorry scores.
So marks the end of ct.
How will I ever gain the moxie.
sullen woebegone me.

I shall set my ken
on paths I have to tread on
sweat and tears I must shed
and return to the bitter passage

the lonely traveller knows no shortcut
these do not exist on such a journey
a pot of gold
like once said, at the end of a rainbow
the misleading saying
the prize was never there
nor the felicitous emblem
false hope was the motivation

As the wheel of time turns,
the wagon reaches new lands
no longer will old methods be successful
In a land where food sprouts not from the ground

However so, I shall know, the only way is to stay, on the path, no matter where it leads, the fact remains that whoever made the path must have gotten somewhere worth going. Thus lies the reason why it is better to stay on the path, rather then to stray, then, who knows what lies in the wild. [sorry for the crap]

drummed at 11:11 PM;