The way out is clear, it’s easy to find,
Well-lit and refined,
Indeed, it’s easily-defined
as being behind you.
There’s a past that lies waiting,
Folded in black and neatly hung
on a line,
The air keeps it cool, waiting for you,
But the steam blinds your eyes
to the past on the line,
It’s easy to find if you know where to look
If only you knew where to look.
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