Conquering the Last of it

Follow the path less traveled by

My father used to say

But there are no paths left untraveled

In our world today

Up and down

High and low

I've searched for unmarked ground

But everywhere I turn my eyes has already been found

It has been the journey of man to colonize the Earth

To sit and tell their journeys to their kin around the hearth

But in conquering the corners of this divine and vastly land

They have left little  room for the rest of us to stand

And so we are left to make a mark

In what little room we preserve

But my opinion, the best way to be remembered, is by the written word.

The End

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