Journey losT. Rephrased. 

Fragmented Mirrors Of My Mind.

Some journeys we travel alone and beaten

Others with someone to hold.

The echoes are corridors leading to places unknown.

And one could say time travel is sad and lonely in so many ways.

Still… To have left a marked on the walls of time

And to have held on to that someone for a rhyme.

No regrets on a journey well spent.

Some shadows they turn and disappear.

Some linger in corners till light appears.

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