Welcome to the ride nowhere, somewhere around the corner,
Bound for some new world of fantasy as the whistle sounds,
Eerie looking ahead to make your bed in the nether lands,
Or with bands of nomads on desert plain to sustain living,
Believing there is more uptrack, but little in your haversack,
As the journey into eternity is a neverending bending reality,
What you see thru the glass as it all passes by in banality,
A totality of new abnormality in an endless dimensionality
But is it worth it There are streets of gold
Or much better just to sit So we are told by the bold
This trek takes real grit Where there is no cold
The venture is long
And the going for the strong
And many turn wrong
There are streets of gold But is it worth it
So we are told by the bold Or much better just to sit
Where there is no cold This trek takes real grit
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