Go west, young one, to
Seek your fortune
In lands of opportunity.
There was a time when this was true,
And many joined the jamboree
As shifting borders grew the realm
To manifest its destiny.
But the sun lives in the east
To greet the day,
To wake the beast
So all may shed the cloak of darkness
To earn their place
And share the feast.
Travel north into the tundra,
To the land of frozen waste where
Life is hard and death is harder
And directions can’t be traced,
Where souls of hearty constitution
Choose a life to be embraced.
In the life of southern comfort
Where the seasons change in kind,
Time to savor every season
As the calendars unwind.
No directions, no decisions,
Only rest and peace of mind.
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