Into the land the traveler went
Where the rain always pours and the wind wont relent
He pressed on to reach the unreachable end
O prolonged journey! Our lives it does bend!
Why was there no sign to let this poor man know
That there is no reward at the end of the road?
He must have been blinded by the snow and the sleet,
And just couldn't back down, couldn't accept a defeat.
So solemn he stood, weary and broken-hearted
He found that the end was the place that he started.
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