I
Walking dizzily in a bewildered path,
footprints are inattentive shadows that overlap.
My treasure is but a backpack of sentiments,
moving on to start this new found excitement.
II
Assorted colorful candies are the cars,
that zoomed playfully like cheetahs from afar.
My sore thumb aches and horribly moans,
pleading to snare a cat to mount upon.
III
Dusk peers down from a starless roof,
that mirrored the ocean, keeping aloof.
Hitchhiking is an ordeal that one consumes,
making my heart skip beats, trembling in gloom.
IV
I have been walking a thousand miles today,
I can walk some more, but this sorrow betrays.
At last two headlights slowly crawled within,
a friendly face rolled down his window and let me in.
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