There could be trouble up ahead
But right now it's an open road,
And everything that I have read
Maps it clear to antipode;
I do not doubt they could be wrong
And somewhere trouble still could lie:
The road ahead is wide and long
And disappears beyond my eye.
But I will rather choose to trust
My senses and my guides as well
Than paranoidly think this must
Become a primrose path to hell.
The road may turn, but is still free;
Come follow it along with me.
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