Difficulty driving to a difficult destination
Surrounded by obstacles at every turn
Marvel at the old boots floating in the sky
Must be the new paint smell
Orange chairs hover with no legs
In front of a large, ominous farmhouse
From this height I can see beginnings
But the ascent only lasts so long
I'll return to ground within the hour
To scurry alone inside the maze
The broken radio plays a silent tune
Come dance with me
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