There are hills here.
I'm driving over the hills here.
I hit 90 miles-per-hour here.
All that is,
is me and the road here.
On the other side of here is there.
There are no hills there.
I am home there.
I am at rest there.
But while I am here
I will always wonder
if I will ever get there.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
There are hills here.
I'm driving over the hills here.
I hit 90 miles-per-hour here.
All that is,
is me and the road here.
On the other side of here is there.
There are no hills there.
I am home there.
I am at rest there.
But while I am here
I will always wonder
if I will ever get there.
wrote this because my history class is boring
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