Yes. We have reached our destination,
we are at the end of our journey.
Our long pilgrimage is over.
No, we have been driving five minutes,
and still have 148.7 hours to go. Sit back
and enjoy the scenery.
But I want to get out! I want to run
and run and run
to where the earth ends
and the sky begins.
Shut up and eat some peanut butter crackers.
I could sit on the top of the car,
feeling the wind in my teeth
and the cold in my hair
You could stick you head out the window
and feel the bugs in your eyes
and the sleet on your face.
Really?
Really. Better?
Better.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Yes. We have reached our destination,
we are at the end of our journey.
Our long pilgrimage is over.
No, we have been driving five minutes,
and still have 148.7 hours to go. Sit back
and enjoy the scenery.
But I want to get out! I want to run
and run and run
to where the earth ends
and the sky begins.
Shut up and eat some peanut butter crackers.
I could sit on the top of the car,
feeling the wind in my teeth
and the cold in my hair
You could stick you head out the window
and feel the bugs in your eyes
and the sleet on your face.
Really?
Really. Better?
Better.
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