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You were strolling down the pavement

While questions and echoes wafted by

Only occaisionally looking up

Never with contact of the eye

As you made your way you realized

That your road map was outdated

Since you took your first step

Wants from needs were segregated

Finally, you rested at a dead end

Only pausing for a while

A gleam above shone unfamiliar

Something had found you on this mile

Hadn't expected to find it here

Still intrigued enough to smile

And when that light filtered down to you

It was impossible to defile

Before you could stop to wonder why

The question had ran itself extinct

We both now felt it, for you and I

Were invariably somehow linked