Reservation

The vast emptiness of nothingness

Cheerful signs leading to nowhere

Souls on autopilot ignoring the most intricate artwork before their eyes

A crossroads appears

Left to nothing

Right to nothing

Nothing but road

The road never ends nor goes anywhere

For it isn't about the destination but the journey.

I have a revelation,

it's not about what I see

it's about what I don't.

True purity only exists with isolation

And with this I make the road disappear

so my muddy vision can clear.

The mellow hum of the engine holding me

The rolling clouds to move me

The vast emptiness sustaining my spirit

Emptiness is not necessarily a void

But an untouchable empty canvas

Perhaps that's the meaning of it

The seeming waste of space whispering a cryptic message

The road may end, but this moment..

.

This moment here never ends

It stays

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