The Durand Orientation

Dropped at the foot,
I wonder how it's better up there.
Mountains have their beauty,
but so much happens at the bottom.

Taking my liberal path to nowhere
(some would call it "being lost"),
I discover some world
I'd only gazed down on before.

Every city is a machine,
but sometimes,
the human element hides well.
Not beside this anthill.

This town has monstrous motions,
and even children continue
their exertion of energy
through the dark.

Some fear darkened times.
You only need to if you blind yourself.
Don't just walk where the sun shines.
Take cautious steps on an ill-lighted road.

I'll walk these roads alone.
Maybe one day, I'll find a friend to stand by.

Then we can walk this different spectrum
of a route we thought we knew.