Roam like tigers but

Is a Bedouin cry of old,

Stick to beaten paths,

And, keep temptation on

Enchanting is the

Ecstasy of another kind,

A million slots all up

All in each one’s mind

Much like a Crossword

The clues are all there,

In that labyrinth we call

They lie hidden,

Contentment, lies within

Why then, the wild goose

As roam we do, and seek it

In every other place.

Keep busy if its Happiness

Maybe a mountain-climber’s

But, on the ground a

Is the icing on the cake,

Sorry, for those who’ve

Try it and you will find,

The biggest thank you will

From your, awfully,

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