Mystery Lights on the edges of the streets, As lamps to this dark labyrinth we call "Earth." The deep pavement shines, Yellow and white reflective lines. As homes and buildings pass, I see, Not one foot treads the outside. I adjust my attention to the world above. So many galaxies, Endless possibilities. Stars and constellations shine brightly above me, Winding my mind, Into a deep, Mystery.
Richard Withey
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