Every trip is a gift,
a little dialogue with God,
and you never seem to remember
to ask the questions you'd planned to.
The voice of the universe
cannot help but to drown you out,
nevertheless,
you'll hear something to ponder.
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- All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe
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