The Road
As you close your eyes,
beware of what you spy.
Dirt cliffs?
Music riffs?
A white van?
Maybe sand?
Whatever you may see,
don't be afraid...
It's only me.
Don't be afraid,
it's never too late.
The road isn't real...
Neither is the hill...
Still beware of what you spy...
It may not be a lie...
1993
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