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I step out onto the sidewalk and head down the street, the road in front of me.
I don’t know where I’m going just that I’m going.
Who is it thats going?
I thought I knew
Now it seems I don’t
“I” often fights to know
Because the knowing is all it knows
But knowing isn’t all its cracked up to be
Its like a cloud of smoke on a windy day
There one instant and gone the next
So whats left?
Nothing, nothing at all
And in nothing
So I just keep going
gone beyond
so be it

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