Monday, November 1, 2010

TRACKing

Roaring, rumbling
Seemingly endless
You announce your presence
Without ever a thought
To stop
And get acquainted

You pass and pass
Carrying in your scent,
All places, distant and past
i want to be there
With you
Hitching out west

Abandon all ties
All troubles
My head in the air
And my mind
Blowing in the wind 

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