The Journey's We In Turn Will Share
Moving over the roads and mountains
Driving on to the place of waiting
Cars and lanes and worded games
As we sit still the doors are locked.
I learn to slow my body's clock
My heart has dropped
My thoughts amok
I'm in the place I'm often not
I feel my feet in silent knots
Internal workings start to f
No snacks to eat or things to play
But time to think alot...alot
And soon we make it there alive
Our space replaced, with fresher air
Our minds released and emptied bare
From journey's we in turn will share
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