where I'm going

where I'm going
they ask
where I'm going
they don't ask

does the rain ask
does the wind explain

where I'm going
this step that
where I'm going
the hard path laughs

this step is watched
that step who knows
ignore ignoble igneous
stone asphalt c'crete

where I'm going
and where
someone asking

have you got
where you get
why we haven't got
and who


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