I take the long road…
The long road that leads to nowhere…
To nowhere that I know not of seeking…
Of seeking the right path for my purpose…
For my purpose in my being, in my existence…
In my existence that is but ceaseless and contained.
And…
There was You.
You who have been waiting in the middle of the road…
The road I am traversing.
All along… There was You.
There was You I have neglected.
I have neglected.
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