THE ENDLESS The road does not end within us or after: We are bound to rise as a sea of roar and laughter.
And when darkness turns to silver and all others are lost from sight, we begin a song, a tinkling, that remembers our night.
As we slowly lose that wisdom, and wear off the blind thrill, we gain in speed and lose in body, but our mind breathes on still.
We sacrifice to beauty the learning of the past, and the trembled heart opens into a passage
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