Feel the flow,
Bash in the wound,
let me be free,
forken roads,
upon the crest of a solemn ambient hill,
A chime upon the landscape
As before, whatever popped into my head. Forken isn't a word, but it was what came out of my mind's voice. I figure it to be some sort of past tense of forking. Roads that were made to fork? I don't really know. I apply the meaning afterwards.
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