Focusing straight ahead, unfocused, as
sound waves pleasure my ears.
Unconsciously conscious as
wind slaps my face with life.
Freely taking mandatory curves as
heat permeates my being.
Arriving oriented, confused as
the clouds uncloud my vision.
A journey's end, a beginning as
I ponder "how did I get here?"
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
Focusing straight ahead, unfocused, as
sound waves pleasure my ears.
Unconsciously conscious as
wind slaps my face with life.
Freely taking mandatory curves as
heat permeates my being.
Arriving oriented, confused as
the clouds uncloud my vision.
A journey's end, a beginning as
I ponder "how did I get here?"
Ever just drive and lose yourself?
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