Poem: The Road.
The Road.
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How far along the road
Do you think you are,
Is there still time to do
All the things you want.
Or have you changed your mind
About the things you want,
And will you do that again.
How long is the road anyway,
I don’t imagine it is endless
Because that is not possible.
The only thing that you can do
Is be totally sure that
You actually know fuck all .
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