When we have gone as far as we can go,
And we cannot turn back no more.
Assess what we have done,
There is nowhere else to run,
But head straight towards the lighted sun.
Let’s go and see what waits for us,
There is no reason to make such a fuss.
When it is really the end of the line,
Do not stop to look behind,
Head straight towards the brilliant sun.
There is a road goes on forever,
Takes us to a shimmering river.
No need to be gratefully dead,
Around the bend there's something to be said,
Head unrelentingly towards the reflective sun.
Be glad of the hedge that blocks the view,
Of every face that heckles you.
Left behind us when we leave,
Let’s find new pastures, dear Greensleeves,
Go straight towards the shining sun.
Our hearts of joy, our hearts of gold,
Changes not alchemy as we grow old.
It furthers us to go somewhere unknown,
Let’s travel, my love, in the afterglow,
Hand in hand brightly in the Taiwan sun.
An engine belches digging ditches,
For bastard slobs and filthy bitches.
As we turn the key to open doors,
At bed and breakfast evermore,
Let’s head straight towards that funny sun.
Come on, my love, the warm breeze sways,
On palm lined roads along our ways.
We carry positions of intuition,
Leads us naturally to fruition,
Headed towards the warming sun.
Back to a garden like Woodstock,
Fill our ears with roll and rock.
We have come too far to turn back pages,
Let’s drink the wine rich with ages,
With sweet sounds in the black hole sun.
Kiss me now and hold me tight,
We’re two wheels approaching a forked delight.
The road not taken leads us low,
In tandem, higher, going slow,
Come what may, into the gentle sun.
January 18, 2020
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