Trial and Error,
With a backpack
and leather boots on,
I wade through life
like an adventurer,
The kind that knows where to go,
But not what they might find,
I didn't get no damn manuals,
So forgive me
if I falter and fail,
I will encounter beauty,
Of great Mother Earth in the flesh,
I'll meet beautiful people,
The kind who feel like home,
Some will walk with me,
And some will not.
But i'd hate to meet
the ones with the ugly souls,
The ones who feel
like a sharp hit on a funny bone,
They had no damn warning tags on their foreheads,
So whom should I approach?
Whom should I not?
The worst part?
I'll only know after I get hurt.
The best part?
I'll continue to walk on,
Persevering always,
But with trial and error,
I'll still try over and over,
Until I make it,
To the damn finish line.
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