I’m here.
I’m in the park of flashing lights.
There’s a single path;
There are infinite diversions.
All of millions of colours; you can only imagine.

I’m not here alone.
Everyone’s with me.
We walk through the park;
They can’t help but marvel all the lights.
I’m looking straight ahead, there are no lights straight ahead.

I can see the end of the path.
It ends in quiet darkness.
No one else will look;
No one else will see me.
And I want to detach, and run straight ahead.

I steady my pace.
I get ready to run.
But just as I am about to let it all go
I look aside, and I see all the lights.

And they really are beautiful
And they are beautiful long enough
To calm my trembling heart
And hide the end of the road.

Such are the diversions
Of the park of flashing lights.

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