Lost schedule
Location unknown
Science spoke to me
Pointed the way
My future self guided me along
White beard and reparing a bicycle
Walking along lost lines of dusk
Broken tractors and old wasted shrubs
How I want the truth
But I won't wrestle it out
How I seek knowledge
But I'll make do
Beauty disappears and reappears
getting too close
Rubbing against me
Found my way through some labyrinth
Junkyards from last millenia
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