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Am Ill Ion.

I swear it feels as if

I walked along a road for quite some time

And didn’t really know which way I should be headed

But kept on walking

Anyway.

And I think my mind went blank a few miles back

And I hurried to make memories

That would last me lifetime

But not matter a day.

And I put my heart into things

I really don’t know

Only to come out with an understanding

That myself is not what matters

To another.

And some days I look at the sky

And I think there must be something wonderful

Waiting for me there,

Because I like to think it’s all a miracle

And we’re all indespensible

In a way that makes us real

To someone so intangible.

I want to shake the world awake

And tell everyone that it’s okay

To not know which way to go,

But to keep on going anyway.

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