The roads are many,
The right ones are few,
This night is good as any
for I have promises to renew
The distance stretches out,
The journey is sparkling new,
I will travel till the end of time,
Even if hurts to say adieu.
Lost are some on roads,
Consumed are some by pain,
Nostalgia is a feisty demon,
Farewell drives many insane
I stand on a dusty corner,
In the distance the mountains call,
I pray for a guide, a direction
Point me to my being, amidst this squall.
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