The turmoil is too much,
Sometimes it is best to destroy something,
Than to love it too much,
Sometimes it's better to laugh something off,
Than try to deal with it,
Though the destination's where you end up,
The way you get somewhere's as important,
In fact, time only exists on the road,
All else is a junction,
Pointing your eyes at the subsequent goal,
In your trip's succession.
Do you get it?
There is no turning back,
Even if you look directly behind,
You are looking at a wholly new track.
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