Misunderstood goes the day into the night
Monoitoring what is said without success
For silence breeds absence
While words birth unintended translations
Wishing to erase former footsteps
Inorder to embark upon a new journey
One without a map of intersections of guidelines
Nor streets named after past events
Where roads have not become twitsted by memories
Of a time that is not realevant to today.
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