Where would you walk if so directed?
Down streets that you already know,
Past people often intersected
With your own life? Or would you go
Where feet have never, ever gone
Across an undiscovered plain
Where phoenixes and satyrs spawn
And all is open to the rain?
Would there be goddesses and gods
To welcome you to liberty,
Or simply all the odds and sods
Who greet you so familiarly?
Whether or not you choose to range,
I'm pretty sure you'll find things strange.
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