MTB (2/15/66 / Vallejo, California)


Endless corridors
Twisting through time
The farther they go
The higher they climb

They may veer to the left
Or bend to the right
They continue for miles
And simply pass out of sight

If you were to follow one
Up through the clouds
You’d uncover the mysteries
That ignorance shrouds

You’d discover peace
The far greatest find
And as far as you’d travel
Would be your own mind

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