What path sets down
Before our feet -
What track trails away
Unfurling
In our wake?
_
We are
Where we think
We’re going.
_
We are
The stories told of us
After we pass.
_
We wander
On unknown paths
Trying to recognise
The sound
Of our own footfalls.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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So much truth in this!