true west is sometimes north

i can’t see very far
and i think it’s probably better that way

if i knew where i was heading
or what would happen along the way
if i knew what was waiting out there
i probably wouldn’t make the first step

and i would miss out on everything that really matters

the aching
and the ecstasy
the blistering joy
and the cosmic suffering
the grind that wears you down until your nothing
and the rope that is lowered
just in time

i have arrived at your door after such a long travel

i have seen the places
where they said the world ends
and all i have been able to find there
are the places where it begins

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