“Let it be” they said as I walked the line
but somewhere along there I missed the sign
so I wandered along, a spectre afore;
I imagined this mist was some sort of door.
But now, as I look with eyes old and anew
I wonder what happened to what was once true.
I know it was there before I lost my way;
perhaps I’ll re-find it – the art of play.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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