14,151. DISTANT LAND

DISTANT LAND

I sometimes like to live in a

normal world, yet this is all

imagination. I can't tell the

image from the real.

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Everything remains abstract 

for me, and I feel that's the

only way it should be. Those

places I remember, they come

from some other place: maybe

other routes I've never taken 

again, but I can't tell.

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I remember things, like concrete

towers and oil wells, yet I know

I've never been there and cannot

find the way. Distant land, distant

land, oh beckon me again!