The manic road meets the frenzied sky,
As words in indelible ink sprawl the sunset,
Like the most beautiful evening,
Of the ones from childhood’s treasury.
The manic road is long gone,
Yet it appears in my dreams,
To wake me in cold sweat,
To remind me of all that frenzy.
So to the manic road I have returned,
And sped down it ,
To the point of no return,
And now sleep does not break in cold sweat.
The manic road now runs within me,
Showing me how to walk other roads,
As for words sprawled in indelible ink,Some words cannot be erased.
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