Tuesday, February 3, 2009

...nobody knows but me...

There is a place that I travel
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.
The road don’t go there
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.
It’s far far away
And way way afar,
It’s over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you’re going
That’s wherever you are,
And nobody knows it but me...

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PS: The place can have many different shapes, can be everywhere, even here, right now...