If you cry ‘forward’, you must without fail make plain what direction to go. (Anton Chekhov)
FORWARD
It's the place to go we know so well
Opposite of the place called hell
But which direction to move, we ask
And who to follow is a perplexing task
It's known for certain in our hearts, you know
It is felt from deep within our souls
Taking the first step when it feels that good
Leads into the direction I'm sure it should
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