The Road Again, Out of the Black Hole
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Swallows me whole,
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Now spits me back out.
Neither the past nor the present,
I am walking this very moment.
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