I barrel across the brown landscape
Blue streak on tawny high desert scenes
My only objective is the road
Its very existence is humming
As one with the tires
Speedy, nimble, agile
But my soul yearns for more
My heart, unsatisfied, seeks,
Longing, so thirsty, parched
Like the dry, arid expanse
I traverse, driving, driving...
When will I slake this desire?
Or do I need to be more clear.
Blue streak on tawny high desert scenes
My only objective is the road
Its very existence is humming
As one with the tires
Speedy, nimble, agile
But my soul yearns for more
My heart, unsatisfied, seeks,
Longing, so thirsty, parched
Like the dry, arid expanse
I traverse, driving, driving...
When will I slake this desire?
Or do I need to be more clear.
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