There is no air here,
we drank it all up in our revelry.
The windows were down,
blowing our ashes across the road.
Town to town we snaked our way
to what,
we call happiness.
Not knowing the road maps venom,
blinded by our wish to pioneer into lost lands
but gravity kept us grounded and reality.
well, reality is relevant…
I never even left…
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