Into the darkness we sped
Past the innocent beauty
Of the rude countryside
Past the life of the country
We drove far into the night.

Behind-Civilization
With all its noise
Its gossip and boredom
And the weary heart seeks escape
From the tasteless colourless
Life of the town…

And yet there is no peace
No escape from life
For farther as you plunge
Into the night
Deeper you forge forward
Into the dark

Forward there is no light
Backward there is no hope.

_______ 1967

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