Foot on the gas
who stayed forever?
shoulder to shoulder.
Let me be sick with your heat,
arriving in the fumes.
Let me end that river
Once more fog
winding all day
he picks up his disguise.
Fading out like an old movie
pulls down the shade
as you are gone.
His heart already pushing over the red routes of other's road map
With blue eyes to the thread
neither bird
nor stone
Let me flutter and drop
Let me cluster and arrange
Let me flow through the same ruined scene
It was a long trip with little days in it
and no new places
Foot on the gas
Who stayed forever?
shoulder to shoulder.
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