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Lost in the trails of my thoughts,
I hang there like a piece of thread in mid-air -
forever in search of myself.
The road is long, they say.
You can't take no shortcuts;
and on my skin lies the graphic proof
of such an affirmation.
The Map I look for seems always to be
by my side when I need It,
but Forgetfulness gets the hold of me
and I sit in my tracks.
The road is long, they say.
Persevere and you shall make it.
But my bones are weakened
by the treacherous Sand.
The villagers, they point and laugh,
but I won't give in to their mockery,
for at least I am trying.
The road is long, they say.
You'll never make it. However
blindness never stopped the man from walking.
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