Lonely is the journey of the mind; For none who pass afar or walk nearby Who go before or come behind Can truly privy be to jaundiced eye With which is viewed a world ill-wrought Nor feel the same degree of discontented thought.
So self plays its game of solitaire; Chance guides the hands Fate moves the pegs from here to there With dreams the only goad amongst life's shifting sands Where pretence serves as the mirage others find. For it's a lonely road - the journey of the mind.
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