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This journey...
is an odyssey into madness,
excursion of relentless suffering.
Longer than what's beyond the horizon.
This adventure is a puzzle without an answer,
a free fall into the unknown.
Our fantasy to plummet into.
Forks bend in an uncertain direction down a beaten path,
yet the excursion,
precreated,
Is Not Definite.
futile in it's being.
A new path is cut down, paved,
freshly inexperienced.
Tunneling through barriers to swim in the sea,
underneath their foundation--
To find oneself flying.
Mapping out new wonders; untapped.
Billowing hills of gold flowing into rivers of calm
seen beyond the horizon.
