I know it is wrong
to always see what is not there
to always want what I can not have
to merely drag this body through this life
I know it is wrong
to not hear you when you speak for
I am so lost in thought
Tonight I will ride
the fine white line
that sits atop an asphalt bed
until it burns into my head
ride all night and into the dawn
ride all day in into the night
ride until it is all spent
the rode
the rode
the rode
the motion, the passing of houses and trees
the sight of people coming and going
The road will burn in my head until it is all that is left
the rode, the rode, the rode
I know it is wrong
to let my mind wander as I wait for the light to change
to curse uncaring gods
to greet the darkness and shun the light
I know it is wrong to be rattled by the rush
Tonight I will ride until the flat land becomes the mountain
and the mountain becomes the shore
along the shore
back to the mountains
to wander
in the pines
Tonight there will be neither questions
nor answers
only a road
that lays out before me
the wind
that blows past
the sun and
the moon
- His True Real And Ultimate Goatness
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