For a pint of that unfamiliar failure...

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He walked on, further and further,
A trail, it didn’t even exist; he didn’t care…

Friends trudged along him for a while,
A while…before they gave up…one by one.

The bond of friendship, too tenuous for this journey…

His foes, pursued for a distance,
Till no further they would go.

Abhorrence wasn’t enough…

Yet he trekked on as if in a reverie,
Unmindful and unaware…
Willingly bequeathing prosperity of the familiar,
To friends, foes, whoever desired…

For his quest was for the periphery, the fringe,
The unexplored, uncharted, unanswered…

That joy of uncovering knowledge unknown,
Living on the very edge, making every moment count,
That thrill, that ecstasy, that bliss…

Fail in his quest even if he may...

A hundred familiar triumphs were no match,
For a pint of that unfamiliar failure…