Living along the orange road
leaves in my face and sents
moves me to higher grounds
sunny light through the holes in my scull
makes me taste the wide fields of summer
There is a blue road
coming toward me
in spring the narrow blue
with its wonderful music
found by only a few
To led these two roads in the same direction
is the work of a lifetime
to forget or to find truth
that is the question in tears
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