Sometimes things were just good,
the way they were,
and they didn't need obstacles,
or tantrums,
or great divides,
or white knights,
or ravines,
or triangles,
or second thoughts,
or misgivings
and they didn't need to zig,
or zag,
or acts,
straight lines were okay,
and satisfying,
and no one was leaving in hopes of the road
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