The Key
Walked through the wood Went faster and faster Passed ghosts from yesterday A pale immortal soul Handed me a key Ran faster, Trees fleeting by Felt dizzy Realized the key Could unlock the deepest secrets All the sins, all the regrets Mortals make mistakes And the horror of this world Is only waiting to be found This key Could liberate it all Saw my reflection in a gaze Who had I become Dropped the key From time to time secrets are better
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Wangsgaard
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein
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