The Tragedy
By josef david
The world belongs to it's inhabitants. The crystallized mountains in friged air, Warm desert caressing winds, blue, storming mysterious seas, Islands born beyond imagination, Forests magically eternal, plains and prairies display endless sky, all of it with-in human's grasp. The tragedy of man, is dispite his ambition to travel the world, he fades slowly into the mold of a work-filled, monotonous life that leaves him craving. have no regrets on your death bed, experience your world.I kind of forced this one.... though I feel strongly that people should Travel their world rather than working day after day for a lifetime. Written August 25th, 2001 © on Aug 25 2001 01:40 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The world belongs to it's inhabitants...."