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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