We travel far and wide
In the back of our motley minds
Imagining the past,
Indulging in future's fantasy land,
Adriffting in puzzles with beguiling pictures.
But these fictional journeys are only exits,
A run away from the Now,
An apparent departure from Stilness,
A trip into a realm of space-time,
A dream and a lie.
The address of peace and love,
Which we may think its hard to find
Is the place we cannot stray from,
Any escape always brings one
Back Here.
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