( I could not think of a title)

Its a lonely path, I tread alone
To walk all the way all alone
I don't know where to go, I can't stop going
I don't know what to do, I can't stop doing
No stones, no thorns, nothing to peirce not even horns,
The path is free, and so I am bound.
I wonder why I fear, no boulder is near.
I have walked all the way
And reached new places every day.
I can trow, drag, walk even run
But is it possible to reach the horizon?
Freedom binds reasoned minds
Path determined; distance reminds.

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