The road goes on and on. In this hour of golden sunshine, there is nothing to block us and question our right to run away and set sail for roundabout adventures. But with little warning the shining path banks to dull earth just when the thrill has started to sink in. But it's already too late and too soon. Something has caught your eye and I try but fail to lose sight of your glee in a moment that sends a shiver through the spine of your not-too-distant youth. I can't decide if I want this ride to end, if ever, or to struggle through this slow series of stabs in remote transmissions that offer no clue whether this journey will go on or stumble under a fit of words with no power to move a fallen heart.
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