I've chosen the wrong turn,
what i dont see has made me run
Im following this blind man away
now everyone could have their say:
Feeling confused, now i doubt my belief
My head says stay, my heart says leave
It seeming i am in the middle of a poke
my friends now dont laugh at my joke,
my reasons are clear but no one tend
To ask me where this turn would end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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