on four wheels with our senses dulled,
we leave the place where the rocks
are as smooth as porcelain skin
and the water breaks our high
jumps from rock to rock,
praying to make the leap.
too fast on roads too narrow
at least one of us knows where we're going
some sing along
some sleep it off
where to now?
but this is all I ever want
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