IT WAS ABOUT SUNSET, WHEN I FOUND MYSELF
TRAVELING DOWN A ROAD!
I WOULD BET A DOZEN PRECIOUS DIAMONDS
THAT THIS ROAD WAS MAGICAL BEYOND A DOUBT!
THE PINE TREES WERE SHAPED PERFECTLY
WITH THEIR TIPS SLEEKING INTO A TRIANGLE
AND I FOUND MYSELF PROMISING I WOULDN’T FRET
THE MILLIONS OF WORRIES THAT EVOLVED IN MY HEAD!
FOR ON THIS ROAD I COULD BET
THAT MY WORRIES DISAPPEARED,
AS I TRAVELED FURTHER UNAWARE,
ON THIS FANTASY ROAD!
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