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Another sun rose on converging tracks
Shedding light on forgotten backs
Graffiti brightens weathered wood and stone
A world rushed past, discarded and alone
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World’s seem endless, far and wide
Though tracks divide side by side
Yet other sides cannot exist
If they did it would be missed
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What is missed remains unseen
As does the time and space between
This ride planned doesn’t go everywhere
The straight and narrow’s only halfway there
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The other half depends on you
All’s seeking direction as we all do
Equals always parallel, horizons curve and bend
All paths end on point, our perch will depend
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