poem of traveling

the road to WadTaFakistan

the road to wadtafakistan
its a dusty road that has been in use for centuries
a road that is ever superbly surprizing
full of marvellous wonders and mysteries
a road that is long and treaturous
with the many putholes that have plagued kartwheels of all ages and times

the road to wadtafakistan
with its endless horizon
the deceitfull mirages and swirling dust devils
one might think to take another way
the highway or easy street
the freeway to the East Sea

but one always gets back on track
on the road to wadtafakistan
it seems magnetic
the road to wadtafakistan
where the wind changes at every turn
the nights pitch black and ice cold
while the day will make your skin burn

do you take the road to wadtafakistan ?
zealots and rebels under the sun
priests and saints in the night
will you join me to wadtafakistan ?
maybe we 'll find love, joy and some fun
in the cold dark nights and the hot blazing sun.
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