The ancient building tops
Stand against the pale sky
Like icons of gods
No mortal hands intended
When constructing these
The blue highways are filled
With markers such as these
Leaving us something
To guide our lives by
Towards something
That is true,
Avoiding wrong turns
That lead to dead ends
There are no wrong turns
Along roads filled
With markers such as these
Even though
We do not always know
Where it is we’re going
When we start,
Only when we get there.
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