I would but walk on tinted rosy paths
But choice not mine
on thorns defined
do tread my weary legs
When so I thought it good a plan
to sidestep on smooth road
not too surprised
my bloodshot eyes
recognise the starting float
Oh may your lens cover my mind
to see the end from where I am
that I may tarry through the night
to reach a final pleasing you.
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