Upon the old path,
traveled many a toe.
With lessons to learn,
and notions that grow.
Ideas and moments,
locked into tomes.
Lost amongst love,
and lost upon rhymes.
The things that are said,
with a mind full of thoughts.
The words that are thrown,
without any doubt.
Without any reason,
without any rhyme.
Lost amongst love,
and locked into time.
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