The time has come for the wind to carry you where it may
No longer set in routine
To the whim plans will be set
A path, a journey, a foolish quest?
Will you find yourself in the middle of nowhere?
Is that even what you are looking for.
Tomorrow the sun will rise and you'll see it afresh
Here's to tomorrows and pasts less regrets
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