I can catch a train to paradise,
or simply hitch hike there.
I can set up a garden at the crossroads of the roads less travelled,
and sell my roses, and road maps to pharoahs who are lost on their way to nowhere,
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this piece fascinates me...I often wonder if other people look back on their poems and wonder at the emotions they shared there on that day as I do...do you still feel this way? ? ...nice work though, nicely written