Beyond checkpoints behind other checkpoints
Not too long after major winning lines
The climbing flame can begin again
As we hope for an illusory finishing point
Otherwise on we go down that rocky road
Understanding Elysium is not a place
There are no true places after all
Only being and nature agreeing
So maybe if I rest too long in my momentary Zion
It, too, becomes another treacherous trap
Always leaving Babylon again and again
As constant motion flows down the mountain
Into basins of memory deposits
And these battered and tired feet
They surely find their way
Having faith to always find their step
Walking, walking, walking
Until death rings my bell for rest
Keeping movement to the unhearable beat
Seeing that your tracks made a melodic street
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