Desire Paths

I must follow my desire path
All the way to its pot of gold
Through a forest or a river
Whether scared or bold

The wind may be at my back
Or have me shivering cold
Hoping that there is an end
I have nothing else to hold

What can I use its treasure for
A Mercedes or a yacht?
Or is there even a destination?
The path of no afterthoughts?

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