Submitted by loppolouie
Ten thousand steps towards eternity.
Ten thousand angels all beckoning me.
Towards a future not knowing.
Forks in the road.
High & low.
Wales, Scotland or Ireland.
Standing strong
even all alone.
Rushing towards the light,
the darkness fades away.
“Go into the light,” the old woman
did say.
Not for the average Joe
Riding the wave of fantasia, wish I were back in Asia.
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