The Journey
My velocity is unparalleled;
colors blur past me with wicked speed.
Ahead, my prize awaits---
the reason for all my madness.
And then, then...
It's nothingness.
Shadows are
nonexistent.
So is
light.
This is the end?
...but I missed the colors.
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