Day thirty one

What direction should we choose? We're lost and still confused. I walk into the sun with you the only one who understood the ways. The hours became days, the weeks turn into months, we walk into the sun.
In space all things are slow, no sound with speakers blown. The silence fits the scene, the prince is now the king. Neon blurs my sight, I'm guided by strange lights.

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