This road is less traveled,
perhaps not taken at all.
It is brutally lonely,
and frightening, too!
But hell am I walking it,
gravely but bravely.
I don't know where it leads me,
doesn't that make me a hero?
For I might not be Alexander
nor Miguel Villalobos.
Never a Napoleon,
in my dreams an Adolf!
Yet I can be my own hajj,
a silent dark crusade.
With my pen and my matter,
I can be the next gold conquest.
But I've yet to complete this mile,
conquer its monsters and their howls.
Walk through this deadly path,
and keep myself alive.
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