sometimes i felt like i am stuck.
in deep dungeon; but also dark.
a voice calls me; and it asks me–
“is this the place you want to be?”
“…i said but no; i can’t be here”.
it’s wild and bare; a plato’s cave!
with old cave mind by the fire;
it can’t hold me any longer.
i took that road; but i feel fall;
o yester years; untie my soulle.
it feels to me like endless road
i would prefer a road with ends.
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