the time has come for this
when every road be it in iceland
or sinaman
looks the same
same edge, same horizon, same rock
same tree, same air
which means that now is the time
to quit
stay put, relax, chill out
sip coffee
sit on a chair
turn on mozart
and hum the sacred music
within your heart
alone.
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