Enroute into the 'tomorrow'
A gleaming adventure of darkness
Floating
No falling
I will not lead these feet to sorrow
portray that picture of beauty
With paint of true emotion
Not that of ambiguous Mona Lisas
But a solid concise depiction
Looking beyond the sunset
Compiling the memoirs of yesterday
Stars guide the direction
Steady without a sway
Replacing Janus's two faces
With Apollos everlasting glare
We follow this compass
Untill the horn blows
For all of us to bare
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