Follow fast and follow faster
Far away to distant lands.
Never glimpse behind the plaster
Or to shred the stained hands.
Drinking poison, breathing fire,
Lights us day by day.
Taking us to ever higher,
Ever brighter in decay.
Sometimes dreams erupt in nightmares.
Sometimes dreams erupt in gold.
Each one different, singular.
All will grow until we’re old.
On and on forever still
We reach for distant histories
To find the past amidst the future
Painted in calligraphies.
The thirst for knowledge never quenches
Leaving us shy more.
Yet serenity can be park benches
And hope the tufted floor.
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