Walking on a Summer day,
out of the corner of my eye,
I see him looking my way.
A crowd of distracted faces,
everyone hurries to move along their way.
I dream of distant places.
Irrational roads have taken me,
down twisted paths, only leading me astray.
No Ulysses, in my odyssey.
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