I can see the dead end, but I keep on going.
Why? Because to this point I still believe in miracles.
Maybe I'm miscalculating the distance and the dead end is at the end of my life.
Maybe I'm hoping somebody comes before me and finds a detour,
or if I am lucky maybe that is my role.
Maybe through divine intervention, God opens up a new path.
Or maybe before I reach the end, a natural catastrophe destroys me,
like global warming or getting hit by an asteroid,
the latter I volunteer because it sounds way cooler.
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