The paths are lonely
Frozen through outer quantum space
When will these paths be found?
Lost among the trails of momentum
Some times when the sunrises in Ikoyi
Among the broken hedges of the sky
The whispers from the Atlantic winds
Abound the mist that hovers above
Not in the columns of the minds
Beyond the ages when hearts fails
Clearly brevity is now a dying soldier
Denied the fate of versatility
De-cored in lonely parallel universe
Lost in the forever night skies of Nebula
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