Undiscovered, untouched.
Never seen the light of day
or the dark of night.
Peaceful yet dangerous.
A land of wonders.
Always moving never resting.
To search and find,
A great mistake.
Stop to look and see
this world of dreams.
But to lose this Lost Horizon.
A gift presented to see this land.
But you’ll never leave this land.
Worthy souls may enter and leave.
The Lost Horizon is a…….Trap.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
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The trap is endless but cannot be unseen. I sometimes wonder if I would take the red or blue pill if they were offered to me?
Humans can remain unpredictable, so we don't have to choose either. Yet, some prefer to make choices.
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