I have always avoided bandwagons;
it is words of hope I wait for.
As I watch others follow their leaders
and grasp for the latest pronouncements,
I listen for sounds from a distance,
ears tuned for that message of hope.
The bandwagon sings celebration
in honour of the road itself travels.
Am I alone in the knowing?
This wrong road has left me unraveled.
This is not the right way for the journey;
all the signposts are too unforgiving.
So as wagons move into the distance
I search for the track of real living.
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