So familiar these roads I travel
But where does reason lead
Now concrete which once was gravel
That's all that remains of my beliefs...
The mysterious remains as is
A ghost of a chance I may be right
There's more to ponder obsessively
Upon my bed late at night...
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
So familiar these roads I travel
But where does reason lead
Now concrete which once was gravel
That's all that remains of my beliefs...
The mysterious remains as is
A ghost of a chance I may be right
There's more to ponder obsessively
Upon my bed late at night...
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Traveler Tim
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