What is no place can never
Be arrived at quite.
Far-hilled for its roads' luring
Coastal-led despite.
No sign reads: Freedom ahead.
Sunday drives reveal.
But limitless non-existence.
Dream escapes - for real!
Leaving behind self, and all
For cares drag their chains
On that mirage, make-believe's
Essentially one gains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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