Lines tantalizing a deep desire to travel down
highways of yesterday, following them into the
future.
Anything but the present will do, I'd rather
be anywhere else than here right now.
Wandering along paths towards an unknown horizon
is freedom of the soul, as imagination soars into
an abyss of subconsciousness.
Where total recall fills every vision of insight
as words flow like rivers towards oceans of beauty
and thoughtful attitudes.
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