Before the end what will you see
After the beginning where will you go
Travel down empty roads, linger long in revelry
Step away from the madness of the modern day
Walk into the forest
Let it swallow your dismay
Ingest the array of aromas that surround you
Slip into silence and melt into the magic of the moment
Around the bend a babbling brook beckons
Walk west beneath the canopy created by the cosmos
Infinity appears now and then
A lost horizon echoes
Calling you one last time
To join together with the natives of the nation
Tempting you with peyote of the past
And the promise of a new way
America is on the edge
A precarious position indeed
People everywhere are in need
Who will be the hero of the day?
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