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A handful of hands
Makes a hundred fingers
Who by my self-commands
Lead my mind eager

Through half many cities
Scattered on the globe
For no great necessities
But merely to probe

This old continent
I proudly call home.
Ever on the task bent,
Until to each I come

No suicide & redemption
Nor search of meaning,
No complex intention
But leisurely galivanting

By the swiftness of rail
Am I fulfilling that dream
As my own life’s Grail
I edge to redeem

Across bogs and seas,
Through hills and peaks,
Oceans of endless trees,
By rivers and creeks

Fighting the cold bite
Of the nordic winter
Celestial dance respite
Under starful cover

I reached the Eastern edge
As entered the blazing heat
In the process gained an age
Where many a friend I meet

Slow is the winding road
Through the Balkans mountains
Putting on my shoulders the load
Of a schedule none will maintains

Warm is the path ahead
Hitching are my feet
To follow the thread
 That will complete my feat

100 down,
50 to be gone