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This Road

I continue on this road
Not knowing where it leads
I continue on this road
The wind always blowing the leaves
I continue on this road
The pine needles bristling with fear
I continue on this road
Not knowing what comes near
An idea begins to form
Within my sapien head
My feet begin to follow
In paths not known to men
My pace begins to quicken
Into darkness venture I still
The closer I’ll become
To this dubious steal
The beginning of the end
Is a fishy thing
Even the mermaids cannot tell
Of the tales that they will sing
So with great sorrow, I report
Of a sorry tale
The Imagination Interval
Has received some saddening mail
A reset of some sorts
Has occurred within a small mind
A stopper of the stopping
A mind that is to bind
And so they will fade
Into memories that are false
Friendly they began
But enemies, they but fall

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