A path

Walking on a path, a long path of ugly faces around

A poke,even pokes at the heart of good will

Fate dominates

Room for innocence, diaphanous

A path

A path seemingly leads to the boundless boundary

Teeming beasts and unknown creatures of mystery

Beauty blurs the eyes blinding the sober mind

Sober now and then

Sober to the bone

A trip over an oval stone

Or a plump from the huge valley

None of speculation

A big fall indeed

Invisible wounds foster smiling cheeks

Right at the corner