Looking in the rearview mirror,the past has fled.
Peering into the future, there's nothing up ahead.
Everything I see is new to me.
Everything I saw,made me feel angry.
Nothing looks familiar. Yet,everything is similar.
I travel on to no destination.
I arrive at any place,though none is my station.
I don't care...
I'm going anywhere. .
I'm going nowhere.
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