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Travelling


Around and around we go,
Where the road stops no one knows.
A race from the starting line
Heedless of the warning signs.
We move in endless motion,
Clockwork trapped in confusion;
Trying to outpace the sun,
Not knowing the race was won.

- Josh MacLeod, 2000.

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