Imagination Standstill
walking on this pathway
happy to be surrounded by mystery
the birds point me in the right direction
the squirrels assist, but act mischievous as usual
the breeze is welcoming
the skies are perfectly blue
the sun is in a mellow mood
at the end of the pathway is the bluest water that i have never seen
it must feel good to afford paradise
tomorrow, it is back to work and the road i go
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