make way, as the mice scurry
The marketplace beams with life
and with each minute, competition becomes strife
Each shop lets out its bests
I loudly shout to no avail
As I stand dazed, my eyes take focus on a simple sign
an arrow that leads to roads narrow
With a gentle shake I make my legs turn
but with each step forward, my mind takes a leap back
For what glory or fortunes am I seeking?
and yet, I still pack up my belongings
Wait just a bit longer for me, destiny. I shall come to you
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