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Aug 2010
I ride along,
I ride alone.
No one to know.
No where to go.

I ride again and I ride tonight alone
drifting through the infinite
drifting with these bits of rock
not cold or hot
my friends drift off.

No attachment to thee
its not really free
not trapped but infinitely alone
anyone I meet will have no attachment
to me
Written by
Ken Sheetz
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