while our minds wonder to and fro,
desperately looking for
the place where the sidewalk begins
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows
and go to a place where no one knows.
Time to ourselves or time with a deared friend,
go to a place where no one knows
and find yourself going
to the place where the sidewalk begins
There is a place where the sidewalk begins
and before the street ends.
And there your thoughts grow
in the light of a crimson sun.
Take a minute and allow your thoughts
to cool in the peppermint wind.
-Dorian. C. Major
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