pleasant lies
sent me to sleep
blissfully unaware
as it should be
you saw the signs
they were not read
but all the same
you know what they meant
we remain who we have always been
rearranged by time
written but unseen
the map exists
the journey is meant to be stout
stay safe from the third rail
tickets were not free
your soul paid the fee

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