A road that leads to where I must go.
There's a place like that for all.
It exists somewhere.
My road, your road, all different roads.
Broken kaleidoscopes, giving altered visions of it all.
Circle, square, triangle, shapeless.
Translucent spheres hangs auspiciously candid,
Doubling the validity which presents itself alone.
My road, my hallucinatory journey
Bound, wound, intertwined with a dark fate.
Sunshine never finding me.
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