I want you to meet me, here
where I am. There's no way to find
the way to here. I can't tell you how
I came to this place; I can't help
but wonder what time you'd waste
but the view
is worth all the missteps
and mistakes
that got me through.
Not all those who wander
are lost. They say,
but you probably
shouldn't
have followed them.
Turn aside, let them wander
and come to me now. I have
no idea just where I am
but the sky's going wild
with orange and rose
on darkening bruise
as the sun comes down
and there's only one sight
that could tear my eyes
away, down the path
where
I know
you will bound.
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