On this old road of mine
It seems different
Every turn has new signs
All the towns, new names
My own sanctum
The land of dreams
Now is filled with labels
Not of my own hand
The familiar fades
Replaced with novelties
Yet I, as if a relic of yore
Remain here, alone
Walking down these paths
I once knew so well
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