The voice of your own story
Tattered, but charmingly stoic
Life unexplored is a mystery
The worn path is not heroic
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Enchanting, just before sunset
Slipping into magic time
The golden horizon beckons
To howl or growl or simply mime
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Infinity replaces oneship
Promises to rendezvous
Are undelivered dreams
As the story returns to you
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Adrift in head space
As if riding the ocean
Time races with turtles
The amygdala is in motion
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Gears and pulleys hum
Keypunches click away
Tape drives spins
Perhaps an answer today
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