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The following is an idea and concept that came to my head while walking through New York yesterday in the morning. Finally putting ideas on paper, and of course with this being the first day in the office after the weekend, I had to try to jot down some notes until lunch. Hopefully this has some substance to it.
The End?
I tried to call sleep not knowing what to expect,
I hide in wanted ignorance,
I buried myself into something, someone else,
But you were sitting right there,
Our words were said, actions we made,
Now we were married to this one last journey,
The close to this book…not an end to one chapter,
This open road, this final journey, Continue reading